Quotes About Memory

The death close before me was terrible, but far more terrible than death was the dread of being misremembered after death

If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, 'I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the gratitude or respect, of no human creature; I have won myself a tender place in no regard; I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!' your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses; would they not?

I was glad to be tenderly remembered, to be gently pitied, not to be quite forgotten.

I don't know how it is,' said Peggotty, 'unless it's on account of being stupid, but my head never can pick and choose its people. They come and they go, and they don't come and they don't go, just as they like. I wonder what's become of her?

It's in vain, Trot, to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.

Days XIX. An Opinion XX. A Plea XXI. Echoing Footsteps

In truth, the wind, though it was low, had a solemn sound, and crept around the deserted house with a whispered wailing that was very mournful. Everything was gone, down to the little mirror with the oyster-shell frame. I thought of myself, lying here, when that first great change was being wrought at home. I thought of the blue-eyed child who had enchanted me. I thought of Steerforth, and a foolish, fearful fancy came upon me of his being near at hand, and liable to be met at any turn.

a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place—then fair to look upon, with not a trace of this

The rich mould of dead men's graves. Creeping where grim death has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Whole ages have fled and their works decayed, And nations have scattered been; But the stout old Ivy shall never fade, From its hale and hearty green. The brave old plant in its lonely days, Shall fatten upon the past; For the stateliest building man can raise, Is the Ivy's food at last. Creeping on where time has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

I knew it to be Joe's file, and I knew that he knew my convict, the moment I saw the instrument.

in that England which I shall see no more. I see Her with a child upon her bosom, who bears my name. I see her father, aged

the Golden Thread I. Five Years Later II. A Sight III. A Disappointment IV.

This was all I heard that night before my sister clutched me, as a slumberous offence to the company's eyesight, and assisted me up to bed with such a strong hand that I seemed to have fifty boots on, and to be dangling them all against the edges of the stairs. My state of mind, as I have described it, began before I was up in the morning, and lasted long after the subject had died out, and had ceased to be mentioned saving on exceptional occasions.

He looked about him in a confused way, as if he had lost his place in the book of his remembrance; and he turned his face to the fire, and spread his hands broader on his knees, and lifted them off and put them on again.

the old inquiry: 'I hope you care to be recalled to life?' And the old answer: 'I can't say.

The beer has reminded me that I forgot.

But far more terrible than death was the dread of being misremembered after death.

Gene de, Estella'y? dü?ündü?üm zaman..." Herbert gözlerini ate?ten ay?rmaks?z?n, "Estella'y? dü?ünmedi?in zaman var m? ki?" diye araya girdi.

All this, I say, is yesterday's event. Events of later date have floated from me to the shore where all forgotten things will reappear, but this stands like a high rock in the ocean.

can see back to very early days indeed, when my bad dreams—they were frightful, though my more mature understanding has never made out why—were of an interminable sort of ropemaking, with long minute filaments for strands, which, when they were spun home together close to my eyes, occasioned screaming.

Unutmu?um," dedi. "Beni a?latt???n?z? unuttunuz ha?" Onun bu unutkanl???, ilgisizli?i bana gene için için kan a?latt? ki a?lay??lar?n en ac?s? bence budur.

Al pensar que una criatura como aquélla, tan graciosa y prometedora, podía haberle llamado padre, y haber sido una primavera en el sombrío invierno de su vida, se le enturbiaron los ojos.

In my fifty years of experience and memory, I have seen the most amazing increase in the standard of living of a people ever achieved anywhere in the world. This is why I am so sure that our system of free competition and industrial development is sound and must be preserved.

Why is intuition superior to reason? - Because it does not depend upon experience or memory and frequently brings about the solution to our problems by methods concerning which we are in entire ignorance.