Quotes About Memory

He possessed the six attributes of the adventurer-- a memory for names and faces, with the aptitude for altering his own; the gift of tongues; inexhaustible invention; secrecy; the talent for falling into conversation with strangers; and that freedom from conscience that springs from a contempt for the dozing rich he preyed upon.

The past and the future are always present within us.

But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

ma presto moriremo e ogni ricordo di quei cinque lascerà la terra, e noi stessi saremo amati per qualche tempo ancora e poi dimenticati. Ma l'amore sarà bastato; e tutti gli impulsi dell'amore ritornano all'amore da cui sono venuti. Nemmeno i ricordi sono necessari all'amore. C'è una terra dei vivi e una terra dei morti, e il ponte è l'amore, la sola sopravvivenza, il solo significato".

In the early summer of 1902 John Barrington

soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

De nemsokára mi is meghalunk, minket is csak egy kis ideig szeretnek még., aztán elfelejtenek. De a szeretetnek ez teljesen elegendÅ'. A szeretet minden megnyilvánulása visszahull a szeretetre, amelybÅ'l fakadt. Annak, aki szeret, nincsen szüksége arra, hogy emlékezzenek rá. Van az elevenek országa meg a holtak országa, s a híd a szeretet, csak az marad meg, az az élet egyetlen értelme.

Wir kommen aus einer Welt, in der wir unglaubliche Maßstäbe der Vollkommenheit gekannt haben, und erinnern uns deutlich der Schönheiten, die wir nie festzuhalten vermochten, und kehren wieder in jene Welt zurück.

Y qué queda cuando la memoria desaparece?

We ourselves shall be loved for awhile and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

So perhaps there are no phantom pains after all; perhaps all pain is real; perhaps each long-ago blow lives on into eternity in some different permutation and shape; perhaps the body is this hypersensitive, revengeful entity, a ledger book, a warehouse of remembered slights and cruelties.

but her mind feels feverish as it races through the crowded hallways of the past

But if this is true, surely the body also remembers each kindness, each kiss, each act of compassion? Surely this is our salvation, our only hope—that joy and love are also woven into the fabric of the body, into each sinewy muscle, into the core of each pulsating cell?

Bhima smiles. "Beti, the past is always present," she says. "No such thing as bringing it up. The past is like the skin on your hand—it was there yesterday and it is here today. It never goes anywhere. Maybe when you're older you'll understand this better.

But what she is experiencing here, in the woods, is more than memory. It is feeling, sensation. She feels Parvati in the tranquility of the blue sky. She feels her in the dancing treetops. In each of the submerged stones. In

She did think of him sometimes. Lying alone in a hospital bed at 2:00 a.m., or during bouts of writer's block. He'd appear on the fringes of her thoughts—no face, just a feeling. His warm, minty-vanilla scent. The rough softness of his skin, like velvet caressed against the grain.

Shane was the memory she couldn't escape. The bridge she'd never burn. The

There are essentially three forms of memory, implicit or unconscious memory, explicit or conscious memory, and sensory or body/kinesthetic memory. Much of our childhood experience becomes part of our implicit (unconscious) memory and our sensory (body) memory.

Because emotional and sensory memory are processed by and stored in the body, the most successful forms of therapy for trauma are experiential.

Reenactment patterns. It is a natural phenomenon of unresolved and unconscious pain that gets recreated over and over again in what psychologists call an attempt to "master pain." Memory is state dependent, so we tend to re-create familiar patterns when confronted with like circumstances.

He couldn't remember either the names or the addresses or the telephone numbers of two or three staggeringly attractive women he had met: their details were always just out of recall, the fingertips of his memory couldn't reach the shelf they were kept on, so he had no way of tracking down the beauties.

I would have remembered the good stuff. Nobody ever remembers the good stuff.

If you have a desire to write, that means there's stuff in you that wants out. And if you don't write things down, you just forget them.