Quotes About Memory

Wo ein Messer einmal tief ins Fleisch geschnitten hat, tut die Berührung durch eine Feder weh.

Indem wir die Gegenwart gewahr werden, ist sie schon vorüber, das Bewußtsein des Genusses liegt immer in der Erinnerung.

auch Hände haben ein Gedächtnis.

Das hat mich nicht traurig gemacht, damals, aber irgendwie hat es das doch. Ich weiß auch nicht wieso.

Und ich weiß heute noch, wie der Kuss schmeckte, nämlich nach Wein und nach Honig.

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The busiest of living agents are certain dead men's thoughts.

Syria: never the country I called home, but certainly my homeland. - Nour Malas

And in the brain, neurons that fire together quite literally wire together.

In college, my big money memory was saving up to buy a car with my boyfriend, whom I lived with.

herself she'd be picturing her grandparents making love or worse… She'd be picturing Bing. His mouth on her breasts and his hands

She has never tried to find out what happened to her family — her mother or her relatives in Ireland. But over and over, Molly begins to understand as she listens to the tapes, Vivian has come back to the idea that the people who matter in our lives stay with us, haunting our most ordinary moments. They're with us in the grocery store, as we turn a corner, chat with a friend. They rise up through the pavement; we absorb them through our soles.

I have come to think that's where Heaven is, a place in the memories of other where our best selves live

Forgive me if I'm wrong. But are you-were you-did you come here on a train from New York about ten years ago?

Time constricts and flattens, you know. It's not evenly weighted. Certain moments linger in the mind and others disappear. The first twenty-three years of my life are the ones that shaped me, and the fact that I've lived almost seven decades since then is irrelevant.

that the quickest relief will come in forgetting.

Time constricts and flattens, you know. It's not evenly weighted. Certain moments linger in the mind and others disappear. The first twenty-three years of my life are the ones that shaped me, and the fact that I've lived almost seven decades since then is irrelevant. Those years have nothing to do with the questions you ask.

It's a peculiar kind of dissatisfaction, a bittersweet nostalgia for a moment not yet past.

I've come to think that's what heaven is—a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on. Maybe

Before we leave the gravesite, Mary sings Mother's favorite gospel hymn ... Mary's lovely voice rises and lingers in the air, and by the end of the song most of us are crying. I am too, though I still don't know what those stars are meant to represent. My mistake, I suppose, is in thinking they should mean something.

The bitterness and alcohol and depression are stripped away from these phantom incarnations, and they console and protect me in death as they never did in life. I've come to think that's what heaven is—a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on.

Actually, I did it because when we lived on Indian Island we had this turtle named Shelly.

As I watch her pine casket descend...I try to envision the reunion of a frail eighty year old woman with her decades younger husband and their three sons and am left with the lingering feeling that the places we go in our minds to find comfort have little to do with where our bodies go

Time constricts and flattens, you know. It's not evenly weighted. Certain moments linger in the mind and others disappear.