Quotes About Memory

Sanki buras? herkesin unuttuÄŸu bir yerdi ve kar sessizce dünyan?n sonuna ya??yordu.

Ä°stanbul'da, a??rl??? biraz deÄŸiÅŸse de, milyonlarca kiÅŸinin yar?m yüzy?ld?r kat?k olarak yaln?zca bu ekmeÄŸi yediÄŸini hat?rlatmak ve hayat?n bir tekrar olduÄŸuna, ama sonra her ÅŸeyin ac?mas?zl?kla unutulduÄŸuna iÅŸaret etmek de istiyorum.

Hala da düÅŸünürüm:Haf?zam?z?n,biz yaÅŸland?kça fazla yük ta??mak istemeyen huysuz bir yük hayvan? gibi att??? a??rl?klar en sevmediÄŸi yükler midir,en a??rlar? m?,yoksa en kolay düÅŸenler mi?

Me parecía que aquel momento de observación se alargaba sin cesar y comprendí que ahora el hecho de ver se había transformado en un cierto recordar. Entonces se me vino a la cabeza lo que sentía antiguamente cuando contemplaba una hermosa ilustración durante horas: si la miras lo suficiente, tu mente entra en el tiempo de la pintura.

Ne tuhaf aÅŸk denen ÅŸey! Åžimdiyi hiç yaÅŸam?yorum sanki! Bir yandan b?k?p usanmadan gelecekte ne olaca??n? düÅŸünüyor, öte yandan da bütün hareketlerini ve sözlerini anlamland?rabilmek için olup bitenleri yeniden defalarca düÅŸünerek geçmiÅŸte ya??yorum.

Åžehre söylemek duvarlara yazmak istediÄŸi ÅŸey ÅŸimdi akl?na gelmiÅŸti iÅŸte. Bu hem resmî, hem ÅŸahsi görüÅŸüydi; hem kalbinin hem de dilinin niyetiydi. "Ben bu alemde en çok Rahiya'y? sevdim," dedi Mevlut kendi kendine.

Then suddenly I'd hear a ship coming from the direction of Karaköy and Tophane blowing its whistle, and I would remember the noise of the city, and its crowds, and as I tried to conjure up the image of the ferries approaching the piers, I would reluctantly realize just how involved I'd become with the Keskin family, how much time I'd spent eating at this table: As these ships had gone by, blowing their whistles, I'd not even noticed how many months and years had passed us by.

distinguish hearsay from what we've seen with our own eyes; when we are relating dreams, fairy tales, or past events we could not have witnessed, we use this tense. It is a useful distinction to make as we "remember" our earliest life experiences, our cradles, our baby carriages, our first steps, all as reported by our parents, stories to which we listen with the same rapt attention

He had no clear understanding of how he had been tricked, no memory of how he'd arrived at this moment, and so the strangeness in his mind became a part of the trap he had fallen into.

What would he have to say about the Nabokov Museum in the same city, which during the Stalin era had served as the office of the domestic board of censors?

Had I been told Istanbul used to be a poorer, smaller and happier city, I might not have believed it, but that's what my heart told me.

I tried desperately to remember her, only to realize that despite love, a face long not seen finally fades.

What you intended to forget tended to stick even more firmly in your mind.

Pe când îmi spuneam asta, oblonul potopit de ghea?? s-a deschis brusc È™i, dup? doisprezece ani, am v?zut-o acolo, în cadrul ferestrei care lucea în lumina soarelui, pe minunata mea iubit?, cu chipul ei frumos pierdut între ramurile pline de z?pad?. Iubita mea cu ochii negri se uita, oare, la mine sau privea dincolo de mine, spre o alt? via???

The story is one that you and I will construct together in your memory. If the story means anything to you at all, then when you remember it afterward, think of it, not as something I created, but rather as something that we made together.

Miro, I'm so sorry. I always felt such pity for you humans because you could only think of one thing at a time and your memories were so imperfect and . . . now I realize that just getting through the day without killing somebody can be an achievement. It gets to be a habit. Most of us manage to keep our body count quite low. It's the neighborly way to live.

Peace. That's what salaam means. Peace unto you. The words brought forth an echo from Ender's memory. His mother's voice reading to him softly, when he was very young. ... The kiss, the word, the peace were with him still. I am only what I remember, and Alai is my friend in a memory so intense that they can't tear him out. Like Valentine, the strongest memory of all.

He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.

Mazer, i don't want to keep dreaming these things. I'm afraid to sleep. I keep thinking of things i don't want to remember. My whole life keeps playing out as if i were a recorder and someone else wanted to watch the most terrible parts of my life

I am only what I remember.

Ender had never spoken of that to anyone, not even to Mother, but had kept it as a memory of holiness, of how his mother loved him when she thought that no one, not even he, could see or hear. That was what Alai had given him: a gift so sacred that even Ender could not be allowed to understand what it meant.

Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes.

You're bigger than I remember, she said stupidly. You too, he said. I also remember that you were beautiful. Memory does play tricks on us. No. Your face is the same, but I don't remember what beautiful means anymore. Come on. Let's go out into the lake.

I think Bonzo died. I dreamed about it last night. I remembered the way he looked after I jammed his face with my head. I think I must have pushed his nose back into his brain. The blood was coming out of his eyes. I think he was dead right then.