Quotes About Memory

I am living in the Google years, no question of that. And there are advantages to it. When you forget something, you can whip out your iPhone and go to Google. The Senior Moment has become the Google moment, and it has a much nicer, hipper, younger, more contemporary sound, doesn't it? By handling the obligations of the search mechanism, you almost prove you can keep up.... You can't retrieve you life (unless you're on Wikipedia, in which case you can retrieve an inaccurate version of it).

On some level, my life has been wasted on me. After all, if I can't remember it, who can? The past is slipping away and the present is a constant affront. I can't possibly keep up.

I have been forgetting things for years—at least since I was in my thirties. I know this because I wrote something about it at the time. I have proof. Of course, I can't remember exactly where I wrote about it, or when, but I could probably hunt it up if I had to.

People always say that once it goes away you forget the pain. It's a cliche of childbirth. You forget the pain. I don;t happen to agree. I remember the pain. What you really forget is love.

On some level, my life has been wasted on me. After all, if I can't remember it, who can?

If I go see a play or a movie for a second time, it's as if I didn't see it at all the first time, even if the first time was just recently. I have no idea who anyone in People magazine is.

The Senior Moment has become the Google moment, and it has a much nicer, hipper, younger, more contemporary sound, doesn't it?

Hace poco vi una película en la que comían pizza para llevar en 1948, y casi me da algo. En 1948 no existía la pizza para llevar. Casi no existía la pizza y casi no existía la comida para llevar. Este

Here's a strange thing: Whenever I read a book I love, I start to remember all the other books that have sent me into rapture, and I can remember where I was living and the couch I was sitting on when I read them.

Who was there to write our names, to even know our names and to remember us?

Caroline Waverly: Sometimes we hurt more for what might have been than for what is.

We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.

everyone knows that while we have to go on, we can never, should never, forget.

It is not merely the likeness which is precious . . . but the association and sense of nearness involved in the thing . . . the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever!   —ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

it's left to us still living to miss those who aren't.

Estou a tentar pensar em qualquer coisa memorável, mas é difícil quando o sangue me saiu todo da cabeça. -Experimenta. -Uau.

Jake eyed his brother. I never forget. All data is stored in my memory banks. And one day, candy pig, you will pay. You 're such a geek. Thesbo. That's Jack's latest insult. Seth gestured with his wine-glass. A play on thespian, since Kev's into that. Rhymes with lesbo, Jake explained helpfully while Anna stifled a groan. It's a slick way of calling him a girl.

Here doesn't lie CIan, for he's blown off with the wind. He lived and he died, then stayed on like the last annoying guest to leave the ball.

as the pieces death takes from you find a way to live without them. You honor their death by living and doing and standing.

Some learned and remembered, others never do." She walked down again.

Some learned and remembered, others never do.

remembered in bits and pieces. A storm at sea, drowning waves swamping

When you forget what you have for what you've lost, grieving's an indulgence.

perform." "I recall a performance