Quotes About Memory

Gossip has a lifespan, that speculation eventually becomes old news, and is forgotten. - Rothen

Musing upon the king my brother's wreck And on the king my father's death before him.

My son accompanied me throughout the campaign and siege, and caused no anxiety either to me or to his mother, who was at home. He looked out for himself and was in every battle of the campaign. His age, then not quite thirteen, enabled him to take in all he saw, and to retain a recollection of it that would not be possible in more mature years.

Yesterday's rose endures in its name, we hold empty names.

This, in fact, is the power of the imagination, which, combining the memory of gold with that of the mountain, can compose the idea of a golden mountain.

Memory is a stopgap for humans, for whom time flies and what is passed is passed.

What am I?...I say so inasmuch as I am the memory of all my past moments, the sum of everything I remember. If I say I in the sense of that something that is here at this moment and is not the mainmast or the coral, then I am the sum of what I feel now. But what is what I feel now? It is the sum of those relations between presumed indivisibles that have been arranged in that system of relations in that special order that is my body.

He thought he would become accustomed to the idea, not yet understanding that it is useless to become accustomed to the loss of a father, for it will never happen a second time: might as well leave the wound open.

New Orleans is not in the grip of a neurosis of a denied past; it passes out memories generously like a great lord; it doesn't have to pursue the real thing.

Privado de vuestra mirada soy ciego pues no me veis, mudo pues no me hablàis, desmemoriado pues de mì no acordàis

Counterfactual conditionals are always true, because the premise is false. But I was there that day, so now I am where I am.

You must consider that the librarian (if not overworked or neurotic) is happy when he can demonstrate two things: the quality of his memory and erudition and the richness of his library, especially if it is small. The more isolated and disregarded the library, the more the librarian is consumed with sorrow for its underestimation. A person who asks for help makes the librarian happy.

An illiterate person who dies, let us say at my age, has lived one life, whereas I have lived the lives of Napoleon, Caesar, d'Artagnan. So I always encourage young people to read books, because it's an ideal way to develop a great memory and a ravenous multiple personality. And then at the end of your life you have lived countless lives, which is a fabulous privilege.

Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus. -Yesterday's rose endures in its name, we hold empty names.

UnutuÅŸun tekniÄŸi yoktur, hâlâ rastgele, doÄŸal süreçlere baÄŸl?y?z, beyinsel lezyonlar, unutkanl?k ya da ne bileyim, yolculuk, alkol, uykuya kaç??, can?na k?yma gibi doÄŸaçlamalara.

Il n'existe pas de technique de l'oubli, nous en sommes encore aux processus naturels de hasard – lésions cérébrales, amnésie ou l'improvisation manuelle, que sais-je, un voyage, l'alcool, la cure de sommeil, le suicide.

as Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn; and what would be the point of saying today that the abbot Abo had a stern eye and pale cheeks, when by now he and those around him are dust and their bodies have the mortal grayness of dust (only their souls, God grant, shining with a light that will never be extinguished)?

I asked him who had put into the crowd's head the idea of attacking the Jews. Salvatore could not remember. I believe that when such crowds collect, lured by a promise and immediately demanding something, there is never any knowing who among them speaks.

La nostra identità non è fatta solo delle cose che ricordiamo, ma anche di ciò che riusciamo a dimenticare.

Comoquiera que fuese, su pesimismo natural, su difícil ajuste de cuentas con el pasado, se habían paliado en el diálogo con una memoria mineral, objetiva, obediente, irresponsable, transistorizada, tan humanamente inhumana que era capaz de aliviarle su habitual malestar existencial.

El miedo a morir infunde aliento a los recuerdos.

If I wanted, I could remove the offending passage from the screen but not from the memory, thereby creating an archive of my repressions while denying omnivorous Freudians and virtuosi of variant texts the pleasure of conjecture, the exercise of their occupation, their academic glory. This is better than real memory, because real memory, at the cost of much effort, learns to remember but not to forget.

La vida no es más que una lenta rememoración de la infancia.

Cartea este o asigurare de viata, un mic avans de nemurire.