Quotes About Memory

Les femmes bien élevées entrent rarement dans l'histoire

Replace the old memory with a potentially crappier new one? No thank you.

Sebastian notices the girl too, so he opens up his binder to a fresh sheet of paper, then takes out a pen and writes, "I still really miss you.

So,' said Ruby, 'tell me gain, what exactly happened out there?' 'Oh, come on Rube!' said her mother laughing. 'We've told you around four times!' But Ruby couldn't get enough of the story - she was kind of proud that her parents had survived such a dicey situation. There was of course another reason for wanting to hear it over and over; it was RULE 14: VERY OFTEN PEOPLE NEGLECT TO TELL THE MOST IMPORTANT DETAIL.

Rube, this is me you're talking to, Clancy Crew, remember? Your best buddy? And I hate to break it to you this way but your grandmother on your mother's side, she isn't sick - she's dead!

I forgot to tell you Mary invited us to dinner. It'll be all my brothers. My parents may stop in, but they've been away this week." "You forgot? Really?" "I came into this room, and you took your clothes off. I forgot everything after that.

These words of prayer are among the most basic words Dr. Gatewood knows. When he has forgotten everything else, those words are the words he will have. Those words have formed his heart, and—regardless of what he feels or remembers on any particular morning—they continue to form his heart still.

In my bedroom, I squeezed shut my eyes, because it was too hard, that memory. Too hard, too painful, too much like losing a slice of myself, which, in fact, I had.

It seemed like a lifetime ago.

yeah. his name was Bill,

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

And I saw and still see everything that I do have, but no matter what, there is always the itch of what gets lost.

But the reflections came clear to me then, come still in quiet moments when past meets present so smoothly the seams disappear and time itself turns fluid. Sometimes I wish time stayed solid, in separable chunks as distinct as the sound of the ticking clock on my mantel. In truth, though, we break all boundaries, hurtling forward through hope and backward on the trail made by memory.

I had lived my life by these kinds of banners, only now, searching the sentence, I found little in it that resonated deep in my bones. I had a cerebral sort of appreciation for the sentence, or perhaps, an appreciation based in memory, the way one remembers with fondness a past partner whom one no longer loves.

Everyone knows that a lot of memoirs have made-up scenes; it's obvious. And everyone knows that half the time at least fictions contain literal autobiographical truths. So how do we decide what's what, and does it even matter?

And I saw ans still see everything that I do have, but no matter what, there is always the itch of what gets lost.

The gallows that Magellan had erected still cast a shadow over a hill

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,We shall remember them.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.

The plan, a memory of the future, tries on reality to see if it fits.

Originality is the fine art of remembering what you hear but forgetting where you heard it.

The feather put into his cap of having been abroad.

Alas, poor YORICK!

j'ai songé alors que ce qui est violent, ce n'est pas le temps qui passe, c'est l'effacement des sentiments et des émotions. Comme s'ils n'avaient jamais existé.