Quotes About Memory

Não me pergunte quando porque eu não me lembro, mas, no meio disso tudo, eu acabo me esquecendo de cometer suicídio.

It's weird how the name outlives the person, the signifier outlasts the signified, the symbol the symbolized.

Es muy duro olvidar el dolor, pero es más duro todavía recordar la dulzura. La felicidad no nos deja cicatrices. Apenas aprendemos nada de la paz.

Everything you remember is wrong.

We ourselves, will resurrect the memory in order to savor it and carry it forth into the world. We will fling it at one another for laughs. Distort it. We will toss the story into the air at parties and howl over its ripeness. Degraded as it was, we will degrade it further. Make it more swollen. We shall render it impossibly awful, making of it the mythology of ourselves. A comfort. Proof of the trials we've survived.

Todos nós crescemos vendo os mesmos programas de TV. É como se tivéssemos os mesmos implantes artificiais de memória. Não nos recordamos de quase nada da nossa verdadeira infância, mas nos lembramos de tudo o que aconteceu com as mesmas famílias dos seriados de comédia. Temos os mesmos objetivos básicos. Todos nós temos os mesmos medos.

It's funny, what you remember about a person.

Conoce esa vieja frase que dice Aquellos que no recuerdan el pasado están condenados a repetirlo? Bueno, creo que aquellos que recuerdan el pasado están peor todavía.

What she's learned is what she always learns. Plate was right. We're all of us immortal. We couldn't die if we wanted to. Every day of her life, every minute of her life, if she could just remember that.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

The past lived on in her hands, the way they'd shaken when Mitzi took her first DAT into a pitch. The memory lived as pain in her scalp, the old tug of her hair. She'd such long hair back then. High school-long hair, she'd pulled it tight, knotting it into a French braid she'd pinned down. Her French braid pinned to the back of her head, pinned as cruelly as any butterfly or scarab beetle pinned to the board in freshman-year Biology of Insects.

Z vlastního dÄ›tství si nepamatujeme skoro nic, zato si vzpomínáme na vÅ¡echno, co se dÄ›lo rodinám v seriálech.

You can't keep the whole Bible balanced in your head. You wouldn't have room to remember your name.

In this maze of antiques, she says, are the ghosts of everyone who has ever owned this furniture. Everyone rich and successful enough to prove it. All of their talent and intelligence and beauty outlived by decorative junk. All the success and accomplishments this furniture was supposed to represent, it's all vanished.

Your perception is all fucked up," Brandy says. "All you can talk about is trash that's already happened.

Where would Jesus be if no one had written the gospels? Four minutes. I tongue the gun barrel into my cheek and say, you want to be a legend, Tyler, man, I'll make you a legend. I've been here from the beginning. I remember everything.

The faster the dead could be honored, the faster they could be forgotten.

Eventually, when I stepped back inside the parlor door, only my nana's body was left on the sofa. The best of her--her laugh, her stories, even her coughing--was gone.

But we forget so much when we're born he says. Being born, it's as if you go inside a building. You lock yourself inside a building with no windows to see out. And after you're inside any building long enough, you forget how the outside looked. Without a mirror, you'd forget your own face.

The best gift you can give somebody is a surprise because they never forget.

Writers and actors have some creative ground in common, and so when you're writing a scene and hoping to convey a mood it's not the worst idea to try to put that mood into your headspace -- feel it, if only a little. I'm not saying you have to kill a kitten or punch your mother to feel something -- I just mean, stir up the memory of certain emotions if not the emotion itself. Same way an actor might think about a sad moment to conjure tears on-camera. 23.

Janey knows how to install new memory in her little MacBook Air laptop.

History is the witness that testifies to the passing of time; it illumines reality, vitalizes memory, provides guidance in daily life and brings us tidings of antiquities.

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things." — Cicero