Quotes About Memory

You don't remember what you said to me when I was inside you? She frowned with concentration while she thought about it. Hurry up?

I remember being called a pig. You do? You know good and well, I do. I was called a pig in two languages. You were? I was.

There are moments when the filament of time bends, loops, blurs. The present becomes permeable; the past leaps forward and insists itself upon us without warning. The orderly progression of our days reveals itself to be a lie, and the sense making brain flounders. What was he supposed to call this impossibility that insisted itself before him as reality? A hallucination? Deja vu, that cheap cinematic trick of the mind?

Later, your mother says, Didn't everything used to have a name?

A memory from before: his sister arriving home from school with her new jump rope trailing behind her on the sidewalk. They let me turn the handle, she said, but they wouldn't let me jump. She had cut the rope up into tiny pieces and tossed them into the ivy and sworn she would never jump rope again.

She does not remember saying to you, the other night, right after your father left the room, He loves me more than I love him. She does not remember saying to you, a moment later, I can hardly wait until he comes back.

Their old life seemed far away and remote to him now, like a dream he could not quite remember. The bright green grass, the roses, the house on the wide street not far from the sea -- that was another time, a different year.

For us, swimming is more than a pastime. It is our passion, our solace, our addition of choice. The one thing we look forward to, more than anything else. It's the only time I feel truly alive. It keeps us centered and focused. It slows down the gain process, it lowers our blood pressure, it improves our stamina, our memory, our lung capacity

Many of us had lost everything and left saying nothing at all. All of us left wearing white numbered identification tags tied to our collars and lapels.

It's been years, and yet she still talks about my first New York studio like it was the hole in a Khmer Rouge prison.

When a "regrettable incident" has been encoded and stored in memory, it can be both at an implicit and explicit level, and it can alter how we feel about another person in ways that persist for long periods of time following the experience.

She was a creature of the deep, and there she must return, or perish. Toby understood that, but it hardly helped him. For all he had of her was his memory, where he held every moment, every single moment that she had been his. That was all he had, to keep out the loneliness.

Human memory is a strange thing," he observed. "How it comes and goes. How sometimes folk tuck the past away so deep they forget it's there at all. The human mind is full of byways, dead ends, locked chambers. Strongboxes guarding matters too painful to be brought into the light; dusty corners where items considered too trivial are tossed away. You'll remember one day. And if you do not, perhaps it is no matter.

Three children lay on the rocks at the water's edge. A dark-haired girl, two boys, slightly older. This image is caught forever in my memory, like some fragile creature preserved in amber.

What came next is very hard to tell. Indeed, I have told it but once before, when I needed to, and I will tell it this time only becaude it forms a strand in the fabric of my story, and it wove itself into what came after.

cherish what you have, for in an instant it can be gone. And when it's gone, let the memory not be a weight that drags you down, but a bright light leading you forward.

Who would awaken the past? It shines like a sunrise And cuts like a fine blade.

The person they'd locked up last summer was gone, and she wasn't coming back.

and the sad demise of my father before I saw the light of day. Ulf was

Sometimes, when the past catches up, you just can't stop yourself.

To Yukiko, however, drawn as she was to the past, there was something very unsatisfactory about this brother in law, and she was sure that from his grave her father too was reproaching Tatsuo.

And I got to thinking about the moral meaning of memory, per se. And what it means to forget, what it means to fail to find and preserve the connection with the dead whose lives you, or I, want or need to honor with our own.

Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.

Zachary me enjabonó entre las piernas explorándome como si fuera la primera vez, como si no me conociera de memoria. Yo alargué la mano hacia atrás. Él dijo Lacey anne. Le encanta susurrar mi nombre cuando lo tengo dentro, y esa es la única ocasión en la que disfruto de verdad al oírlo, porque es como si todas las cosas de mí misma que me gustan y todas las que detesto confluyeran, en cierto modo, y me siento desnuda y plena, nombrada y encontrada.