Quotes About Memory

All through dinner Arturo and I held hands under the table like a couple of kids, and that made the dinner quite wonderful, even though Mrs. Fletcher kept staring at Olivia as though committing her to memory. It got so bad that Olivia turned to her husband and said: "Has it happened at last, Gerald? Have I become a curiosity?

Glad you like it- I don't know what this song is called, but it's probably quite a bit older than we are. The truth is we've got a nostalgic ghost for a DJ around here.

Whenever they were together they couldn't let sixty of their minutes pass without asking each other what time it was; as if time was a volatile currency that they either possessed or did not possess, when in fact time was more of a fog that rose inexorably over all their words and deeds so that their were either forgotten or misremembered.

When Jonas came to the phone I asked him if he remembered that we used to kiss. "I remember," he said tersely. "Is that why you called?

One or the other of us said 'I can't,' and if it was me I don't know why because I wanted to. Maybe I'm just remembering it wrongly to help me get over the rejection.

Jennifer Silver lived quite long. She didn't die until 1994. A reason why Lily never felt motherless was that her mother was there with her, a door and a curtain away.

Insofar as a purely transient construction of flesh and blood can remember (or foretell) what it is to be stone, Lucy understood the mountain's wish to listen at the window of a den of gamblers and be warmed by all that free-floating hope and desolation.

Long Years apart - can make no Breach a second cannot fill - The absence of the Witch does not Invalidate the spell -

At that memory, it seemed to Gilles that he opened a door into an empty house that had been firelit once, and now was naked rafters under the sky.

I now wear the memory of nothingness a piece of white sail wrapped like second skin.

Mis amigos son muy peculiares...Leen todos los bestsellers que caen en sus manos. Pero luego JAMÁS releen nada, con lo que al cabo de un año no recuerdan ni una palabra de lo que han leido.

Not all of us have that luxury, of a past. My history doesn't offer me much in that respect.

Our story is over, the ink has dried, each of us must move on now and it will be as if we had never met, never loved, and never dreamt together.

I still have a photo on my wall of the greatest idol I will ever have in my life, and it's myself at eight. Because that's when the forces of imagination have the same value as the real world, when they're an instrument of survival: when my mother disappeared, and I imagined a mother. That was me at my best.

To grow up is to wonder about things; to be grown up is to slowly forget the things you wondered about as a child.

You forget what you want to remember and remember what you would prefer to forget.

I can still remember the miraculous feeling of writing a sentence, then more sentences, telling a story. The first thing I wrote was a one-page summary of Robinson Crusoe and I am so sorry I do not have it any more; it was at that moment I became an author." [As quoted in the author biography on Mankell's official website .]

All that we can remember is almost nothing. Memory is greater than we are, but memory is living and mortal as well.

J'ai rêvé de ce que j'oublie, Je vis de ce qu'on m'a laissé.

I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.

The memory of you saddened my joys, but consoled my sorrows.

I saw that they wanted to kill the past. When we are old, we let it die; when we are young and strong, we kill it.

all that we have felt, thought and willed from our earliest infancy is there, leaning over the present which is about to join it, pressing against the portals of consciousness that would fain leave it outside.

Materiality begets oblivion.