Quotes About Memory

All this happened, more or less.

A veces, ni yo mismo sé si algo es real o si lo he soñado. Si en el pasado eso ha ocurrido de verdad o no. Me pasa incluso con personas a las que conocía muy bien. Cuando hace muchos años que han muerto, acaba dándome la sensación de que jamás han estado en este mundo.

Pronuncié su nombre en voz baja. Mis labios estaban hechos, más que los de cualquier otra persona en el mundo, para llamarla. Y, sin embargo, no me fue fácil recordar su rostro.

The United States was as weak as it had been in human memory. Its people were unconcerned with anything but their own selfish needs and had turned their political system into just another source of cheap entertainment.

I heard people say that when you lose someone you love, they keep thinking they see him. Like when a stranger walks by, they'll do a double take to make sure it's not him. They'll hear his voice in a cafe only to realize that what they heard was the sound of some baritone DJ on the radio.

The saints repeated this truth time and again over the centuries; that the natural state of a human being is the continuous contemplation and memory of God. I do not mean by that a cerebral memory of God but a memory that works from within the heart.

Die Vergangenheit ist ein fremdes Land; dort gelten andere Regeln.

Even if you kill her, she'll still be alive-here." He tapped his chest. "In me. I keep her here. She's part of me. So until you kill me, you can't really kill her. And you can't win. It's that simple.

Bonnie, believe in me. I'll save you. I remember how to fly.

He looked at her then, and she could see he wasn't afraid. "Nothing really dies as long as it's not forgotten," he said.

They understand NOW," agreed Charles pointedly. "But what happens in a little while when the effects wear off and they remember everything except the reasons why they did it? They're going to be telling their parents they gave their car away to some kids who made them smell a leaf. And what do they say then?

He could not forget the past, and he didn't really wish to. Despite everything that had happened, he cherished Katherine's memory. But there was one memory he must truly not disturb, one page of the journal he must not turn. If he had to relive that horror, that… abomination, he would go mad. As he had been mad that day, that final day, when he had looked upon his own damnation.

I'll forget everything. I'll forget the last hundred years I spent missing you. We can start over.-Damon The truth is...I never loved you.-Katherine

As his drove past the silhouettes of maple trees, stefan cringed from the memory that sprang up suddenly. He would not think that, he would not let himself... but the images were already unreeling before him. It was as if the journal had fallen open and he could do no more than stare helplessly at the page while the story played itself out in his mind...

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time.

Love receives its death-wound from aversion, and forgetfulness buries it.

Everyone complains of his lack of memory, but nobody of his want of judgment.

Everyone complains of his memory, none of his judgment.

How is it that we remember the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not remember how often we have recounted it to the same person

For who else would teach rhythm to the world that has died of machines and cannons? For who else should ejaculate the cry of joy, that arouses the dead and the wise in a new dawn? Say, who else could return the memory of life to man with a torn hope?… They call us men of death. But we are the men of the dance whose feet only gain power when they beat the hard soil

o fotfrafii* taková v??ná konzerva práv? p?ítomného ?asu

Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.

when the victors rewrite history, it's just another kind of war, waged after the battlefield killing is done to murder the memory of the defeated.