Quotes About Memory

Trying to convince himself that as a four-year-old boy he might have been something worth keeping.

Okay. Thomas. What was he like before his childhood incident?" Mr. Atlasia paused and cast the line of his memory back, disturbing still waters. Jade watched his face to see if he told everything that was dredged up.

The past was a jigsaw puzzle and you never had all the pieces.

Remembering a narrative alters it.

Letter 74 I still have the first letter that you wrote to me. I carry it with me like a garden in my pocket. If you come to me at this moment your minutes will become hours your hours will become days and your days will become a lifetime. I am never sure if I am reading the letter or the letter is reading me.

Dante's step into Hell will never be forgotten by Hell.

Memory is a part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our hearts pumping. It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits to work to: it keeps us who we are.~Candle

when poets go back by way of memory and imagination to past traumas to engage or re-engage them, then those poets are taking control—are shaping and ordering and asserting power over the hurtful events. In lyric poems, they're both telling the story from their point of view and also shaping the experience into an order (the poem) that shows they have power over what (in the past) overpowered them.

I remember the cloud on its blue bicycle gliding over the leaves under the bare branches. You and I were walking. You wore your long green dress with the hem frayed so the loose threads seemed like tiny roots. We were holding hands when my hand became a yellow scarf and you stood waving it slowly. from "Daffodil Poem

The dead sing us songs I'm learning to answer.

The mind swims laps, memory is cantilevered over genetic turmoil, and the writing goes on as if from unseen instruction, silencing, cleaving, and destabilizing words and thoughts, while the "hum" in me, the human, pushes fragments into the semblance of story.

YOUNG WOMAN: Time is altered, the years to came are altered You know where you will find me I, fear, I, death I, the memory beyond reach I, the recollection of the tenderness of your hands I, the sadness of our broken life I will defeat "it's not my concern" with my anguish

YOUNG WOMAN: Time is altered, the years to come are altered You know where you will find me I, fear, I, death I, the memory beyond reach I, the recollection of the tenderness of your hands I, the sadness of our broken life I will defeat "it's not my concern" with my anguish

Si todos aceptan lavar las ofensas fácilmente, no hay honor. Ciertas cicatrices, es mejor conservarlas. Es como el olvido. Cada muerte injusta que uno olvida, cava la fosa de su propia muerte.

I never forget a face, but in your case, I'll be glad to make an exception.

I remember the first time I had sex - I kept the receipt.

Next time I see you, remind me not to talk to you.

I don't have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They're upstairs in my socks.

If you've heard this story before, don't stop me, because I'd like to hear it again.

I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception.

We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.

C'était et je voudrais ne pas m'en souvenir c'était au déclin de la beauté...

Memory is a hunting horn Its tone dies out along the wind.

Mon beau navire ô ma mémoire Avons-nous assez navigué Dans une onde mauvaise à boire Avons-nous assez divagué De la belle aube au triste soir