Quotes About Memory

Oh! In what a wild hour of madness he had killed his friend! How ghastly the mere memory of the scene! He saw it all again. Each hideous detail came back to him with added horror. Out of the black cave of Time, terrible and swathed in scarlet, rose the image of his sin.

When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you, or have to content yourself with those mean triumphs that the memory of your past will make more bitter than defeats.

he had been filled with terror lest other eyes should look upon it. It had brought melancholy across his passions. Its mere memory had marred many moments of joy. It had been like conscience to him. Yes, it had been conscience. He would destroy it.

You always want to know what one has been doing. I always want to forget what I have been doing.

That awful thing, a woman's memory!

El sufrimiento -por curioso que esto pueda parecerte- es el medio por el que existimos, y es el único medio por el que somos conscientes de existir; y el recuerdo del sufrimiento en el pasado nos es necesario como garantía, evidencia, de nuestra identidad continuada.

No, as far as I am concerned, let your wife cherish the memory of this dead, stainless mother.  Why should I interfere with her illusions? 

But I didn't say he was married. I said he was engaged to be married. There is a great difference. I have a distinct remembrance of being married, but I have no recollection at all of being engaged. I am inclined to think that I never was engaged.

If one doesn't talk about a thing, it has never happened.

There were sins whose fascination was more in the memory than in the doing of them, strange triumphs that gratified the pride more than the passions, and gave to the intellect a quickened sense of joy, greater than any joy they brought, or could ever bring, to the senses. But this was not one of them.

LA VIDA NO ES LA QUE VIVIMOS. LA VIDA ES EL HONOR Y EL RECUERDO. POR ESO MAS VALE MORIR CON EL PUEBLO VIVO, Y NO VIVIR CON EL PUEBLO MUERTO. Life is not as it seems, Life is pride and personal history. Thus it is better that one die and that the people should live, rahter than one live and the people should die. ~Lopitos

A raznochinets needs no memory—it is enough for him to tell of the books he has read, and his biography is done.

For us, all that's left is kisses tattered as the little bees that die when they leave the hive.

MÄ›l v rukou kufÃ…â"¢í?ek a poprvé sv?šený ramena. Ale v mých o?ích vyrostl za tu noc o ohromný kus.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

They're pretty near the color of your eyes. Never mind my eyes. Can't help it, ma'am. Not since South Fork

Out of everything I've lost, I miss my mind the most!

They said I would never write this book. Well, f**k 'em – 'cos here it is. All I have to do now is remember something... Bollocks. I can't remember anything.

And, as I mused, the years fell away, hair sprouted on the vast steppes of my head, where never hair has been almost within the memory of man.

En gång ska du vara en av dem som levat för längesen. Jorden skall minnas dig så som den minns gräset och skogarna, det multnade lövet. Så som myllan minns och så som bergen minns vindarna. Din frid skall vara oändlig så som havet.

I remember you as the wind that breathes upon the forest The murmur of leaves rustling The rays of the sun. I remember you as the power of trees growing And the bud breaking into bloosom. You are in my thoughts whenever i praise All that is noble and true.

One of the Georges, said Psmith, I forget which, once said that a certain number of hours' sleep a day--I cannot recall for the moment how many--made a man something, which for the time being has slipped my memory. However, there you are. I've given you the main idea of the thing; and a German doctor says that early rising causes insanity.

It's an extraordinary thing about names. You've probably noticed it yourself. You think you've got them, I mean to say, and they simply slither away. I've often wished I had a quid for every time some bird with a perfectly familiar map has come up to me and Hallo-Woostered, and had me gasping for air because I couldn't put a label to him. This always makes one feel at a loss.

But will they be together again? If they're reborn as new people with no memory of their previous lives, how can they find each other? Soul mates will always find each other. Do not weep on their behalf...they will be together again. Do you promise? Lina's voice trembled with emotion. I promise, sweet one. I promise.