Quotes About Memory

We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.

At times I was aware, while they were happening, that I was a witness to extraordinary events, and I tried to remember them as fully and as accurately as possible, with the conscious intent of recording them, should I be fortunate enough to survive the war. Such

It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.

Best not to mix the past with the present. The present paints the past with gold. The past paints the present with lead.

After... The seas have dried out The trains have come to a shrieking holt The hounds of the abyss cease to howl The prisons have closed their doors The pigs have no one to arrest except themselves The drugs no longer have an effect When it's all over All I'll remember is you

Life forgets me but will not let me forget Holds me down and tells me that I'm free.

The past is the Jabberwock. Forget not the fallen, but beware the jaws and claws. With your vorpal blade going snicker-snack, kill the fucker, as you go galumphing on.

Getting rid of you is a good thing, that's why I don't write you back I'm vomiting every memory from my system

I couldn't tell if I was being distant to someone, or rude or even hostile. I only know a good night and a bad night. I know that I remember the bad night longer than the good night.

It is sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.

Unuttuklar?n?z için harcad???n?z uzun saatlere de üzülmemelisiniz, çünkü yitirilen bilginin gölgesi sizi en az?ndan birçok yan?lsamadan korur. (William Johnson Cory)

His mother called them his gems and often asked him why he liked things that were worn and old. It would have been hard to tell her. But there was something about the way in which the link of a chain was worn or the thread on a bolt or a castor-wheel that gave him a vague feeling of pain when he ran his fingers over them. They were like worn shoe-soles or very thin dimes. You never saw them wear, you only knew they were worn, obscurely aching

They are all gone into the world of light!And I alone sit lingering here;Their very memory is fair and bright,And my sad thoughts doth clear.

Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.

Listen, my children, and you shall hear,Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;Hardly a man is now aliveWho remembers that famous day and year.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.

A library is but the soul's burial-ground. It is the land of shadows.

Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?

His family, it seemed evident, had enslaved their own flesh and blood for generations. It had happened so far back in the past that the whites had been able to forget it, and even among the blacks it was only a dim memory—so dim that it had only the frail substance of a phantom, a voice that whispered only faintly in the roll of begats carried in the memories of the elders.

When a bullet broke the store-house of the self, inside the skull, how could those myriads of photographs survive, or the personality that they made up? Why should they survive, what use were they to life?

I think that when you remember, remember, remember everything like that, you could go on until you remember what was there before you were in the world.

He remembered his mother's love for him, and his family's, and his friends', and the enemy's intention to kill him seemed impossible.

It's wrong, what you say, and I beg you, if you're a good man, to forget what you've said, as I forget it," she said at last. "Not one word, not one gesture of yours shall I, could I, ever forget...