Quotes About Memory

Talvez o medo e a náusea não fossem mais um oceano para me afogar, mas apenas uma piscina de água refletindo o passado ao lado do presente

Anyway I bet Im the first dumb person in the world who ever found out something importent for sience. I remember I did something but I dont remember what. So I gess its like I did it for all the dumb pepul like me.

I don't know why I resented it so intensely to have them think of me as something newly minted in their private treasury, but it was-I am certain-echoes of that idea that had been sounding in the chambers of my mind from the time we had arrived in Chicago. I wanted to get up and show everyone what a fool he was, to shout at him: I'm a human being, a person - with parents and memories and a history - and I was before you ever wheeled me into that operating room!

can't imagine when she wanted to evoke some positive, pleasant memory of her past, as if there were no point in trying to use more concrete, more descriptive adjectives

Since everything is an epitome of all things for all people, even memory or idea of a thing can surely bring about agitation because of the excitement of innumerable kinds of experiences like sound etc. lying subconsciously in the omnifarious mind.

Are you telling me my entire life has been a dream? Not your life, Greg, your past. Is there a distincition? Of course there is. In a very real sense, everyone's past is a dream; the past isn't a real thing you can reach back and touch; it's just something in your head. Your life, which is what's going on here and now at this table, is as real as anyone's...

He was a big fish, even then.

My father is on the roof. This is how I remember him sometimes. Well-dressed in a dark suit and shiny, slippery shoes, he is looking left, looking right, looking as far as his eyes will travel. Then, looking down, he sees me, and just as he begins to fall he smiles, and winks. All the way down he's looking at me–smiling, mysterious, mythic, an unknown quantity: my dad.

Remembering a man's stories makes him immortal, did you know that?

because in my mind—in the memory that has lodged itself imperturbably in my mind, my father resembles Abraham Lincoln, a man with long arms and deep pockets and dark eyes...

My father gave me early indications that he would live forever. One

Remembering a man's stories makes him immortal, did you know that?" I

In fact, after a while it was the machines I was looking at, not my father at all. They had become him. They were telling me his story. Which

Long, dark, and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts scattered and she let them go.

This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.

My father was a food lover and a deadbeat dad, and maybe a connection between good food and bad dads was forged early, in the deepest folds of my subconscious, where we make so many decisions about our parents.

My Daddy is my first love. I can't never forget it.

Everybody has their first love. I think it goes back to being in love with the idea of being in love. Everybody wants love, and your first love is special. You've never experienced anything like that. It's good to have a fond memory of it.

Forever in my heart is where you will be. Nobody else will enter because you have the only key.

"In my heart, there is never a day that I forget you, every second you are here for me to keep."

"What we learn with pleasure we never forget."

Mind mapping is a technique based on memory and creativity and comprehension and understanding, so when the student or a child uses the mind map, they are using their brain in the way their brain was designed to be used, and so the mind helps them in all learning and cognitive skills. It simply helps them in what the brain does naturally.

I've dealt with losing close ones before, and I've been around friends that have lost friends at a young age. I think it's important to think about – not necessarily death, but about life and think about where you're going and how you want to be remembered and the legacy you want to leave.

Time wasn't a thing you could divide easily; there was no defined middle or beginning or end. I could pretend to leave the past behind, but it would not leave me.