Quotes About Memory

By their very nature bureaucracies have no conscience, no memory, and no mind.

We are all looking for something of extraordinary importance whose nature we have forgotten; I am writing the memoirs of a man who has lost his memory.

The words 'I will forgive you, but I'll never forget what you've done' never explain the real nature of forgiveness.

And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years. It was always that way.

Introspection is always retrospection

The past assumes the nature of the present.

When I look at nature I feel as if I'll be able to paint it all, note it all down, and then you might as well forget it once you're working.

Painting directly from nature is difficult as things do not remain the same; the camera helps to retain the picture in your mind.

One reproduces only that which is striking; that is to say, the necessary. Thus, one's recollections and inventions are liberated from the tyranny which nature exerts.

A good memory, which nature has endowed us with, causes things long past to seem present.

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods

Human nature is so constituted that insults sink deeper than kindnesses; the remembrance of the latter soon passes away, while that of the former is treasured in the memory.

Salander never forgets an injustice, and by nature she was anything but forgiving.

Nature never remembers, that's why she's beautiful.

After you die, a rare friend or family member may carry your memory throughout life. Most will forget you. As if you were never here.

What melody will our rivers remember if songbirds forget how to sing?

A world that won't forget is a world drowned in its not forgetting. Do we want a world full of unedited memory? To be human is to be finite.

To preserve the past is to save the future...

The place has entered me...it has coloured my life like a stain.

...landscape is a work of the mind. Its scenery is built up as much from strata of memory as from layers of rock.

I find it incredibly amazing how at every sunset, the sky is a different shade. No cloud is ever in the same place. Each day is a new masterpiece. A new wonder. A new memory.

Everyone gets forgotten because of Alzheimer's, ignored because of ignorance about oneself and replaced because of trying to stay in the same place.

I suspect each of us uses the past to prop up the bruised present. It's a clumsy try for the comfort of normality.

And scars will lighten, they'll pale unless you keep rubbing at them...wait long enough, they'll fade.