Quotes About Memory

He who believes that the past cannot be changed has not yet written his memoirs.

childhood falls silently to the bottom of my memory, that library of the soul from which I will draw knowledge and experience for the rest of my life.

A legtöbb feln?tt azt mondja, hogy boldog gyerekkora volt, és talán még el is hiszik, de nekem aztán mondhatják. Szerintem csak sikerült elfelejteniük.

Why are you in such a rush?" Sophia asked, and her grandmother answered that it was a good idea to do things before you forgot that they had to be done.

A very long time ago, Grandmother had wanted to tell about all the things they did, but no one had bothered to ask. And now she had lost the urge.

I've been doing everything for an awfully long time, and I've seen and lived as hard as I could, and it's been unbelievable, I tell you, unbelievable. But now I have the feeling everything's gliding away from me, and I don't remember, and I don't care, and yet now is right when I need it!'. [pp. 84-85]

I know I do everything. I've been doing everything for an awfully long time, and I've seen and lived as hard as I could, and it's been unbelievable, I tell you, unbelievable. But now I have the feeling everything is gliding away from me, and I don't remember, and I don't care, and yet now is right when I need it.

That's strange, Grandmother thought. I can't describe things any more. I can't find the words, or maybe it's just that I'm not trying hard enough. It was such a long time ago. No one here was even born. And unless I tell it because I want to, it's as if it never happened; it gets closed off and then it's lost.

Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.

The past does not exist -- except in the brain.

The past isn't something we can change or enhance. It cannot be rearranged or made over to better satisfy our current state. I firmly believe that God wants us to put the past to rest—as if it has died and we are burying it. Once a person dies and you bury them, you have no means by which you can bring them back to life. Even in memory, they are still gone. In the same way, the past is still gone, even when you dwell on it.

I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips.

It used to be, you'd open your mouth And the weather changed. You'd Open your mouth and the sky'd spill That dry, missing-someone kind of rain No matter the season. And it hurt Like a guitar hurts under the right hands. Like a good strong spell. Now You're all song. Body gone to memory. And guess what? It hurts Harder.

from time to time, i think of him watching me from over the top of his glasses, or eating candy from a jar. i remember thanking him each time the session was done. but mostly what i see is a human hand reaching down to lift a pebble from my tongue

Old loves turn up in dreams, still livid at every slight.

We wept to be reminded of such color.

There's a difference between remembering and thinking

With perfect clarity he remembered Reynie saying, "I need you here as a friend." The effect of those words, and of all his friendships, had grown stronger and stronger, until—though he couldn't say why he didn't feel mixed up now—at the most desperate moment yet, he knew it to be true. There was bravery in him. It only had to be drawn out.

once belonged to Penelope (Reuben hadn't

The missing aren't missing, they're only departed, All minds keep all thoughts - so like gold - closely guarded

Remember the White Knight.

Actually, Lacey did, some time ago,

La muerte era eso: no ver más a alguien. O no haber visto nunca a alguien.

And Jaina hears him whispering to her in her dreams, telling her that no one you love ever really has to die--if you don't want them to...All you have to do is hold a place for them in your heart.