Quotes About Memory

Ahora solo queda este mal vestigio del nuestro que te recuerdo con tinta cada vez más descolorida. Es como si nunca hubiéramos tenido nada.

He had seen himself naked and so had quite a few other people, although some of them do not remember.

After a certain age you couldn't even say where you were from. You went someplace, and lived there. And then you went someplace else.

The most fundamental principle of the organized mind, the one most critical to keeping us from forgetting or losing things, is to shift the burden of organizing from our brains to the external world.

Intelligence is not only the ability to reason; it is also the ability to find relevant material in memory and to deploy attention when needed.

Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.

I put Algernon's body in a cheese box and buried him in the backyard. I cried.

One of the things that confuses me is never really knowing when something comes up from my past, whether it really happened that way, or if that was the way it seemed to be at the time, or if I'm inventing it. I'm like a man who's been half-asleep all his life, trying to find out what he was like before he woke up.

Nothing in our minds is ever really gone.

The depressing thing is that so many of the ideas on which our psychologists base their beliefs about human intelligence, memory, and learning are all wishful thinking.

The world around me and my past seem far away and distorted, as if time and space were taffy being stretched and looped and twisted out of shape.

It's a strange sensation to pick up a book you read and enjoyed just a few months ago and discover you don't remember it.

Her voice, hoarse, was an unmistakable echo down the corridors of memory.

It is impossible to tell what proportion is memory and what exists here and now--so that a strange compound is formed of memory and reality; past and present; response to stimuli stored in my brain centers, an response to stimuli in this room. It's as if all the things I've learned have fused into a crystal universe spinning before me so that I can see all the facets of it reflected in gorgeous bursts of light...

the words carved above the cathedral of my childhood

I wish this memory were a photograph so that I could tear it up and throw it back into her face.

It is impossible to tell what proportion is memory and what exists here and now—so that a strange compound is formed of memory and reality; past and present; response to stimuli stored in my brain centers, and response to stimuli in this room. It's as if all the things I've learned have fused into a crystal universe spinning before me so that I can see all the facets of it reflected in gorgeous bursts of light. . . .

Nothing in our minds is ever really gone. The operation had covered him over with a veneer of education and culture, but emotionally he was there—watching and waiting.

It is impossible to tell what proportion is memory and what exists here and now--so that a strange compound is formed of memory and reality; past and present; response to stimuli stored in my brain centers, an response to stimuli in this room. It's as if all the things I've learned have fused into a crystal universe spinning before me so that I can see al the facets of it reflected in gorgeous bursts of light...

I remember that she was always fluttering like a big, white bird—around my father, and he too heavy and tired to escape her pecking.

The depressing thing is that so many of the ideas on which our psychologists base their beliefs about human intelligence, memory, and learning are all wishful thinking. Fay

Please... please... dont let me forget how to reed and rite...

I let it lay there and its torn white tongues were laughing because I couldn't understand what they were saying. I've got to try to hold onto some of the things I've learned. Please, God, don't take it all away.

He finished shaving me silently, and then brought the sun-tan lamp over to the chair and put cool white pads of cotton soaked in witch hazel over my eyes. There, in the bright red inner darkness I saw what happened the night he took me away from the house for the last time .