Quotes About Memory

Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

The sheep may become king, but the sheep will always remember the lion. Congolese Proverb

But you no longer heard the song. You had gone away, my boy, into your tale. Did you know that you would never turn into a fish, that you would never reach Issyk-Kul, or see the white ship, or say to it: "Hello, white ship, it's I"? You swam away.

Ng??i ?àn bà thông thái ?y h?n là gi? ?ây ?ang nh? l?i tu?i xuân c?a mình, cái tu?i xuân mà, nh? l?i hát trong các bài dân ca c?a chúng tôi, d?u có ??ng trên ??nh núi cao nh?t c?ng không sao g?i th?u

photographic memory for places.

Your brain hosts a truly staggering number of loops. The more hooks an idea has, the better it will cling to memory.

George A. Miller's "Magical Number 7" has an expansion module, under certain conditions. We can load around 7 coherent "units" into our mental working space, but depending on our learning and expertise, those units may vary in size.

the common perception that time seems to accelerate as we get older. Our lives become more routine and less novel. We're seeing more and more brown shoes and fewer alarm clocks. Now

He'd just finished one drink when an attractive woman approached and asked if she could buy him another. He was surprised but flattered. Sure, he said. The woman walked to the bar and brought back two more drinks—one for her and one for him. He thanked her and took a sip. And that was the last thing he remembered.

Rounding early means sharper recall in the end.

in recalling an experience, we ignore most of what happened and focus instead on a few particular moments.

What's indisputable is that when we assess our experiences, we don't average our minute-by-minute sensations. Rather, we tend to remember flagship moments: the peaks, the pits, and the transitions.

Let's replay that scene, where things were working for you. What was happening? How did you behave? Were you smiling? Did you make eye contact?

When I die, I want to die like my grandmother who died peacefully in her sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in her car.

they say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. their gaze is a rope of gold binding each other. even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. they can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again

I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill.

Because it is the lot of mothers to remember what no one else cares to, Mrs. Dutta thinks. To tell them over and over until they are lodged, perforce, in family lore. We are the keepers of the heart's dusty corners.

This is the nature of sorrow; often it fades with time, but once in a while it remains lodged below the surface of things, a stubborn thorn beneath a fingernail, making itself felt every time you brush against it. (How well I knew this, for random events would startle me into the memory of a pair of ancient eyes.)

They say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. Their gaze is a rope of gold binding each to the other. Even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. They can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again.

What is it in us that carves negative impressions so deeply into our brains?

Nabakumar sighs. 'Ma,' he says. Then he is gone.

They say in the old tales that when a man and a woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. Their gaze is a rope of gold binding each to the other. Even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. They can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again.

You know that grief cannot be avoided. And that when it finds a person, they might look the same but they're changed: their missing person has altered the atmosphere in the house, the classroom, the playground; on birthdays and holidays; amongst friends and with the parent who survives.

have forgotten it all, and anyway there is nothing to remember; everything is illusion, yet I am confident that all is well." Just before his death the old man said, "When I die you must not move my body for a week; this is all that I desire.