Quotes About Memory

She had seen the same Frederick Wentworth.

This was a lucky recollection — it saved her from something very like regret.

Ninguém pode amar mais que uma vez na vida.

Elizabeth could never address her without feeling that all the comfort of intimacy was over, and though determined not to slacken as a correspondent, it was for the sake of what had been, rather than what was.

Por ella había sentido la más entrañable devoción y desde entonces no había conocido una mujer que se le igualara; pero, aparte de cierta curiosidad natural, no tenía ganas de volver a verla. Su poder sobre él se había perdido para siempre

In lei rimaneva il ricordo di molte sensazioni di dolore, un tempo profondissimo, ma ora più mite; ricordi di rari barlumi di dolcezza, di momenti d'amicizia e di riconciliazione, che non poteva più aspettarsi di rivivere, ma che non avrebbero cessato d'esserle cari. Lasciava tutto questo alle sue spalle; tutto tranne il ricordo che quelle cose erano state

We certainly do not forget you as soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit.

Yes, always," she replied, without knowing what she said, for her thoughts had wandered far from the subject, as soon afterwards appeared by her suddenly exclaiming, "I remember hearing you once say, Mr. Darcy, that you hardly ever forgave, that you resentment once created was unappeasable. You are very cautious, I suppose, as to its beingcreated.

I am afraid I am not quite so much the man of the world as might be good for me in some points. My feelings are not quite so evanescent, nor my memory of the past under such easy dominion as one finds to be the case with men of the world.

When you can't remember why you're hurt, that's when you're healed. When you have to work real hard to re-create the pain, and you can't quite get there, that's when you're better.

The Survivor Tree—the tree who was rescued after she was crushed and wounded on 9/11.

That's the problem with lying. You can never remember what you've said.

Life, he knew, had meaning and was fully possessed only as it was remembered and reshaped.

Some who are fortunate enough to have communities still do fight to keep them, but they have seldom prevailed. While people possess a community, they usually understand that they can't afford to lose it; but after it is lost, gradually even the memory of what was lost is lost.

You are each born with the conscious knowledge of what has come before. Your brain is far from an empty slate, waiting for the first imprint of experience; it is already equipped with complete equations, telling you who you are and where you have come from. Nor do you wipe that slate clean, symbolically speaking, before you write your life upon it. Instead, you draw upon what has gone before: the experiences of your ancestors, back through time immemorial.

A new belief in the present, however, can cause changes in the past on a neuronal level. You must understand that basically time is simultaneous. Present beliefs can indeed alter the past. In some cases of healing, in the spontaneous disappearance of cancer, for instance, or of any other disease, certain alterations are made that affect cellular memory, genetic codes, or neuronal patterns in the past.

She could not imagine what she could do to reconstruct all the things she enjoyed, and she could hardly remember what it was that she had enjoyed.

After he got back to his apartment that evening, Arthur remembered how completely he'd thought he'd solved the problem of his own childhood once he'd claimed Lillian and enveloped her in his dream--no one idle, no one beset by solitude, everyone laughing. The problem he had not solved, or even known existed, was how quickly it passed, every joke, every embrace, every babyhood and childhood, every moment of thinking that he had things figured out for good.

But she could only remember that it was good, not how it felt.

not unlike a bomb blast, two years after that, where was he, northern France, if you called Cambrai France (some people didn't, they called it "Kamerijk

eidetic memory. What else any of it meant to

She didn't relate this memory to Janet, but she did think right then that all golden ages are discovered within. No one would ever know that her father, Carl, the endless Iowa horizon, a pan of shortbread emerging from the oven, and her grandchildren laughing in the next room had indeed made her life a golden age.

Ahora que casi no recuerdo su rostro, ni cómo era su cama, estoy segura de que en realidad no lo quería a él, lo que yo quería era ser él

Longing for something that you once had is a mistake because the pictures in your mind are never the same as whatever it is you are longing for.