Quotes About Memory

Men after death ... are understood worse than men of the moment, but heard better.

I know my fate. One day my name will be tied to the memory of something monstrous - a crisis without equal on earth.... I am no man, I am dynamite!

Eventually, the Gray Man thought, if he resisted using it for long enough, he himself might forget his own name, and became someone else entirely.

We burn the evil men do with their mortal remains. We treasure the memory of the good they do, and distance magnifies it.

a man who builds a house never really dies.

Man is a machine of remembrance; all we do is to remember things because life flies fast like a swallow; reality immediately disappears!

Dead men never pick up their trophies.

I never knew a man could tell so many lies, he had a different story for every set of eyes. How can he remember who he's talking to?

The only men I love are dead.

My first novel, 'Man Walks Into a Room,' is about a man who's lost his memory and has to start a second life. On one level, it's about how we create a coherent sense of self.

Each man, therefore, is the entire world, bearing within his genes a memory of all mankind. Or as Leibniz put it: 'Every living substance is a perpetual living mirror of the universe'

What I'm trying to do [in Winter Journal] is to tell the story of a man's life from birth, but there are different versions of him, four different versions.

As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.

Remind a man of what he remembers, and you will make him forget it.

Man's life is short; and therefore an honorable death is his immortality.

No man can prove upon awakening that he is the man who he thinks went to bed the night before, or that anything that he recollects is anything other than a convincing dream.

In every man's memory, with the hours when life culminated are usually associated certain books which met his views.

I'm an old man, and she's gone now. So don't worry, okay?

That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.

What shall a man say when a friend has vanished behind the doors of Death? A mere tangle of barren words, only words.

Remember the coffin where men All must to dust be returning.

You can kill that man but not his song, When it's sung the whole world round...

Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved forever. How green was my valley then.

Dead men hear no tales; posthumous fame is an Irish bull.