Quotes About Memory

Anyone who uses 'childhood' and 'dream' in the same sentence usually gets my attention.

It's probably a merciful thing that pain is impossible to describe from memory.

No. Even now I can't altogether believe that any of this really happened...

George makes himself remembers. He is afraid of forgetting. Jim is my life, he says. But he will have to forget, if he wants to go on living. Jim is death.

?udno je, ali se ne sje?am da sam se uopšte plašio, prihva?ao sam to. ?inilo mi se sasvim prirodno da svi treba da umremo. To je vjerovatno bio opšti mentalitet ratnog vremena.

Smiješno mi je sada toga se i sjetiti: kada sam prvi put sreo Ota, pomislio sam da ?emo zajedno proživjeti do kraja života.

Our dead deserve to be honored, Phlox." "But do we really honor them by using them as an excuse to add to their numbers?

Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.

People always stay the age that they died at. My big brother died of leukemia when I was six. He was eight. Now when I think of him, he's always eight, and he's still my big brother. He never changes, and the part of me that remembers him never changes.

Of course they won't bloody remember, they'll be dead.' Then she called him a name in a dead language that translated, roughly, to 'poop on a stick,' but sounded more succinct, like this: 'Of course they won't bloody remember, they'll be dead, Poopstick.

Joshua, my memory of Maggie isn't about what happened the night before we left. I didn't go to see her thinking that we would make love. A kiss was more than I expected. I think of Maggie because I made a place in my heart for her to live, and it's empty. It always will be. It always was. She loved you.

Blue is beauty, not truth. "True blue" is a ruse, a rhyme; it's there, then it's not. Blue is a deeply sneaky color. Even deep blue is shallow. Blue is glory and power, a wave, a particle, a vibration, a resonance, a spirit, a passion, a memory, a vanity, a metaphor, a dream. Blue is a simile. Blue, she is like a woman.

Wait. Henri, you said that Carmen didn't remember you, but she wasn't unkind to you, right? She didn't seem to be trying to hide from you? Perhaps she was an unwilling participant in the Colorman's scheme. Perhaps she loved you deeply and he made her forget. Perhaps Juliette, too, is being manipulated against her will. Perhaps, said Lautrec absentmindedly. but she is too beautiful, I think, to not be inherently evil.

volvió hacia Clay—. Nate también era amigo mío. ¿Cuánto tiempo hace que nos conocemos? ¿Veintidós años? ¿Veintitrés? No creerás que yo haría una cosa así. —No estoy diciendo que lo hayas hecho tú personalmente. ¿En qué

We'll help, said one boy, his finger far enough up his nose to tickle a memory nesting in his frontal lobe.

The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.

Fame or infamy, either one is preferable to being forgotten when you have passed from this realm.

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not … but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories. That which you will hear is imperfect and fragmented, yet treasure it, for without you it does not exist. I give you now a memory that has been forgotten, hidden in the dreamy haze that lies behind us.

La gente ha la fastidiosa abitudine di ricordarsi le cose che non dovrebbe

HERE LIES BROM Who was a Dragon Rider And like a father To me. May his name live on in glory.

Die Lieder der Toten sind die Wehklagen der Lebenden.

It occurred to him that perhaps this was how shooting stars were made: a bird or a dragon or some other earthly creature snatched upward by the inexorable wind and thrown skyward with such speed, they flamed like siege arrows. If so, then he guessed he, Saphira, and Glaedr would make the brightest, most spectacular shooting star in living memory, if anyone was close enough to see their demise so far out to sea.

Eragon had not been close friends with Byrd, but he had known him to be a good man, honest and steadfast, and he remembered Byrd's wife, Felda, and their children with some fondness, for Garrow, Roran, and Eragon had eaten and slept in their house on several occasions. Byrd's death, then, struck Eragon as being particularly cruel, and he felt the watchman's family deserved justice

Los cantos de los muertos son los lamentos de los vivos.