Quotes About Memory

Each of Dermoût's sentences came at me like a soft knowing dagger, depicting a far-off land that felt to me like the blood of all the places I used to love.

I never forgot you, even after all these years," she told me. "I'm so proud of you," I said, squeezing her shoulder. "I made it," she said. "Didn't I?" "You did," I said. "You absolutely did." I never forgot her either. Her name was Desiré.

he found nothing but a matchbook from a motel in Liberal, Kansas.

His father's funeral was a memory of darkness and mourning. He remembered sitting between his mother and his Uncle Keith on the bench in the church. They'd brought in the preacher from Friendly, California, Reverend Forbes; a skinny, stick of a man with wavy hair and wild eyes. He'd glared at them from the front of the church as if they'd all been caught masturbating in a closet, not like a man of God who was troubled over the loss of a fallen comrade.

He'd read that rage remained forever in a place that had once nurtured it. "The spirit of the place.

I think the brain has a special box where it keeps crappy memories. It stays shut, but everytime a new entry has to be added, it opens and you can look at what is inside.

Sir, I can put a sentence together in English. But all my effort goes into remembering the right words.

When the heart breaks, the part of the brain that stores data on past dates works perfectly.

When you break up, it becomes a habit to remember everything about the man

I could picture how Caprice was before we lost her. Dark hair, beautiful smile, intelligent hazel eyes, quick wit. Now gone. Just gone. Like a chessboard where suddenly one of the knights disappeared. A blank spot on the board of life that could never truly be replaced because no two things were alike, no two beings alike.

I don't exaggerate - I just remember big

E qualquer coisa que eu recorde agora, vai doer. A memória é uma vasta ferida.

Worse than seeing a spider is suddenly no longer seeing that spider.

But a queer thing is — this is personal — however painful a thing has been when I look back it is no longer painful, or no more painful than music is. In fact it is just that.

Words of snow, which fell last year.

The past does not repeat itself but it often rhymes.

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.

The sea was an abstract painting: a band of azure sky above a swatch of indigo water above a ribbon of wet brown sand above a smear of hazel beach... It seemed like the kind of place you might encounter in dreams: too raw and wild to be real, yet somehow familiar at the same time, an ancient impression belonging to my species, imprinted in my genetic code, a knowledge deeper than memory.

The wind makes you ache in some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die—migrate or die.

I carried away much wine, and the wine had previously carried away my memory; so that all was hiccup and happiness for the last hour or so...

Experience is the father, and memory the mother of wisdom.

These things sift through our minds, with the years, like sand, and find their way out in ink.

Sagittarius — They don't mean to interrupt, they just randomly remember things and get excited.

Pisces — remembers things that happened 25 years ago, forgets things that happened 5 seconds ago