Quotes About Memory

I think of myself in the oral tradition-as a troubadour, a village tale-teller, the man in the shadows of the campfire. That's the way I'd like to be remembered- as a storyteller. A good storyteller.

No man who has lived through a temporary spiritual experience is ever likely to forget it. His days will be haunted until he sets out to seek ways and means of repeating it.

Not every man remembers the name of the cow which supplied him with each drop of milk he has drunk.

Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.

But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

Men are shallow - we don't remember things like women do. Or we don't bring it up and blurt it out at inappropriate moments. When bridges are trying to be built, we don't detonate them.

Dead men would start and move toward me to learn of love.

For a man learns more quickly and remembers more easily that which he laughs at, than that which he approves and reveres.

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

Coonskin caps, Yankee bats, the Hound Dog man's big start. The A-bomb fears, Annette had ears, I lusted in my heart.

We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.

History is a needle for putting men asleep anointed with the poison Of all they want to keep.

The great city is the best organ of memory man has yet created.

To remind a man of the good turns you have done him is very much like a reproach.

Usually when an athlete gets a reputation it sticks with him, even when he's an old man.

Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy.

There is a time in every man's life when he looks to his God, when he looks at his life, when he wonders how he will be remembered.

The man, the writer, the instrument of the creation will die, but his creation does not die.

The reward of great men is that, long after they have died, one is not quite sure that they are dead

Love doesn't die; the men and women do.

Man is the only creature whose emotions are entangled with his memory.

I don't know of any other creature on earth other than man that will sit in a corner and cry because of some painful experience in the past.

Unless artists can remember what it was to be a little boy, they are only half complete as artist and as man.

He may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my acquaintance.