Quotes About Memory

Now I am not your father but since your father's dead I will tell the bedtime story before you go to bed

There is also the memory of the hut in the mind of the traveler-- and in the mind of the reader reading this description. Wabi-sabi, in its purest, most idealised form, is precisely about these delicate traces, this faint evidence, at the border of nothingness.

The past is the tomorrow that got away.

In 1982, Raphael Nachman, visiting lecturer in mathematics at the university in Cracow, declined the tour of Auschwitz, where his grandparents had died, and asked instead to visit the ghetto where they had lived.

A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP

Anyone who in discussion relies upon authority uses, not his understanding, but rather his memory.

Whoever in discussion adduces authority uses not intellect but rather memory.

Shun those studies in which the work that results dies with the worker.

Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.

Che resta di una mostra, se non il catalogo?

Death augments distance and dulls the memory. Death reconciles.

Why did he not cry? He must have forgotten even that he had a voice.

How could I write this when I don't even dare think about it? I am terribly anguished, yet I cannot continue living alone with such a memory...I know that once this has been written down, I shall be delivered. You must know, otherwise I shall be persecuted to the end of my living days. But shall I be able to express with mere words the horror of that day?

One has to be careful what one takes when one goes away forever.

Do you believe, she went on, that the past dies? Yes, said Margaret. Yes, if the present cuts its throat.

It is striking how history, when resting on the memory of men, always touches the bounds of mythology.

Headstone: death's bookmark.

Nobody told me love was warm. Such warmth - I seemed to remember it, it seemed like something forgotten by me since I was born. All the fires are here, and the warmth of my mother's bed long ago and the deep heat of the sun.

The strict mother she & her brother had grown up with was body-snatched. "...Who are you? What did you do with my mother?

Life isn't about finding you're purpose. It's about going out and creating a purpose to be remembered by.

by occupation this man is an editor, and ever since the first Saint story he has never stopped pestering me to dig into my memory for more stories of the Saint. In fact, as you see, he will go so far as to try and initiate them.

History is simply the stories we inherit.

This feeling was their life, vitality locked deep in blood memory, and the people were strong, and the fifth world endured, and nothing was ever lost as long as the love remained.

In that hospital they don't bury the dead, they keep them in rooms and talk to them.