Quotes About Memory

History is a relentless master. It has no present, only the past rushing into the future." - Warmaster Horus

there is no man, however wise, who has not at some time in his youth said or done things that are so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly expunge them from his memory if he could. In years to come, I will not be haunted by the guilt of all the good I didn't do.

It true, Bigfoot career been in hole lately. Bigfoot mania of the '70's and '80's but distant memory. I famous for ability to not be see but don't think I not notice you not notice. I blame music television and internet. People too lazy and stupid to appreciate conceptual artist like Bigfoot who appeal is absence.

What we wish upon the future is very often the image of some lost, imagined past.

But I have not brought history with me this evening (history is a thin garment, easily punctured by a knife blade called Now). I have brought my fear.

A strange thing is memory, and hope one looks backward, and the other forward one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

You are what you leave behind.

Nothing is lost. Nothing is forgotten. It was in the blood, the flesh. And now, it is forever.

We hope for sympathy in a violent, damning, world, all that we've known and experienced in real life—as opposed to phantom memory. We long for confirmation and completion and justification—and we also long to survive and learn that our reckless existence has meaning.

If I'd said that to my sensible, smutty, twelve-year-old self, he would have laughed until he hemorrhaged

Peer shook his head. "What have I become, already? An endless series of people – all happy for their own private reasons. Linked together by the faintest thread of memory. Why keep them spread out in time? Why go on pretending that there's one 'real' person, enduring through all those arbitrary changes?

Twelve thousand years after walking the plank, Rakesh woke on the floor of his tent. He was lying face-down on a blue and gold sleeping mat; he drew in a deep breath to savour the rich scent of its fibres. This was the tent he'd carried with him on all his travels on Shab-e-Noor, and it remained with him wherever he went.

thought he knew how to begin. "After you kids came along," he told her, "your mother said something I didn't really understand. She said, 'I look at the babies and see myself as they'll remember me.

Memory flashed, of a blue dress and a face glancing up at him, and eagerness and trepidation exchanged blows on the battlefield of his heart

Every life holds an epic tale, even if no one alive remembers it.

We remember stories more easily and more completely than we do facts. We assimilate stories differently, bringing to them the shades of understanding made possible by our own experiences, finding something new each time we approach even one that has long been familiar. A story is like a multifaceted jewel, giving off a different light each time it is turned.

How can we account for long-term memory", van Lommel asks, "if the molecular makeup of the cell membrane of neurons is completely renewed every two weeks and the millions of synapses in the brain undergo a process of constant adaptation?"15

If the teacher presents too much information too quickly, the new will displace the old before it has a chance to consolidate in long-term memory.

He'd done his best to lock himself off from the past, and yet here it was again, rearing its head, threatening to buck him like a horse.

as long as he could remember, loneliness had been his companion.

two graves with no grass grown over them yet

He didn't just remember his grief, he relearned it.

In daylight her death had taken on a reality. It lived in the house with them, in the dust on the floors, the blankness of the ceilings, the soft, unanswered noises of his movement past her room. After

He remembered his agreement with Darby and felt a sudden claustrophobia. He'd have to deal with that when the time came.