Quotes About Memory

What we remember from childhood we remember forever — permanent ghosts, stamped, imprinted, eternally seen.

Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense, but the past perfect!

I like my new telephone, my computer works just fine, my calculator is perfect, but Lord, I miss my mind!

I think when loved ones die, we absorb something from them that makes us who we are so we can continue on.

Perhaps they are not stars but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

Love here on earth Love beyond the grave There are no roads My love for you can't pave.

Someone remembers, someone cares; Your name is whispered in someone's prayers.

Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November, All the rest have thirty one, Once short February's done.

Thirty days has September, April, June, and November; When short February's done, All the rest have thirty-one.

Sometimes we disfigure ourselves by what we think about ourselves rather than by what we do to ourselves. Some people have been disfigured emotionally because of what others did to them when they were children. Sometimes our memory banks become warehouses of beliefs and feelings that cripple our progress.

Even if you attempt to ignore the loss, the emotional experience of it is implanted in your heart and mind, and no eraser will remove it.

When you are depressed, you have a chemical imbalance in your brain. Thoughts trigger emotions, which dump an overload of stress chemicals into the brain. There is a chemical consequence in the brain for every thought we think. Depression can be short-circuited temporarily by the brain-switching process. It's a way of restoring the chemical balance. The thoughts that create depression connect with one's memory banks, which have emotional associations. In

Helen, Helen, come home; there was a Helen before there was a War, but who remembers her?

Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way.

He sat down in a corner and ordered half a pound of dumplings, which came in a white bowl with a blue rim. While he was eating, his memory was further revived and sharpened by the familiar taste of the stuffing, made of pork, leeks, cabbage, dried shrimp, ginger, sesame oil. Every bit of the memory became unmistakable now.

Words and form! We have a totally clear view of the world when we're fourteen years old, maybe sooner. But then we need another fifty years in order to create a language that can express those impressions. And in the mean time, of course, they've faded away.

we are much fonder of the pictures of those we love, when they are at a great distance, than when they are near to us.

people need to be reminded as much as they need to be informed.

Forgetfulness generates the meaning of regeneration.

All gods have their houses but all houses fall eventually and when they do the gods are left with only history as their home, living in the dreams of archaeologists, in the margins of a culture's memory, in the Vellum.

This was the first time that he has ever looked into the labyrinth of the human soul. He was very far from understanding what he saw. But what was of more value, he felt and suffered with her. In years that were yet to come, he relived this memory in song, in the most beautiful song this world has known. For the understanding of the soul's defencelessness, of the conflict between the two poles, is not the source of the greatest song. The source of the greatest song is sympathy.

this man sucked my nuts when I was a kiddo

One would hope, as well that intimacy would leave more of a mark, that more of it would remain. But it doesn't. You just end up thinking, who is this person?

?ydzi jeszcze nie uporali si? ze swoj? polsk? spraw?. Z niemieck? tak, ale to by?o ?atwiejsze. ?atwiej wybacza si? zadawan? ?mier?, ni? poni?enie. Sprawy z Polakami to pami?? o poni?eniu i odtr?cone uczucie. Nic nie rodzi wi?kszej agresji i trwalszej nienawi?ci ni? odtr?cona, niepotrzebna mi?o??.