Quotes About Memory

How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life.

no one bears witness for the witness

Remember the Morning Star," he enjoined. But I didn't tell him about Tegg, whose face was the starry void itself...

Frijda made a very similar point when he said, "Grief often does not emerge when one is notified of death or departure; such notification consists only of words. Grief strikes when one comes home to the empty house.

so, what happened next will have to go down in my book of Bad Decisions, planted firmly in the chapter entitled, I have no idea what I was thinking

To die is to depart, to go away from these things forever and become one with the generations that have preceded us since the beginning of time, a whispered memory in the bones and whiskers of the generations to come.

Reading and experience train your model of the world. And even if you forget the experience or what you read, its effect on your model of the world persists. Your mind is like a compiled program you've lost the source of. It works, but you don't know why.

why can't I stop all the moving and look out over the vast arrangements and find by the contours and colors and qualities of light where my father is, not to solve anything but just simply even to see it again one last time, before what, before it ends, before it stops. But it doesn't stop; it simply ends. It is a final pattern scattered without so much as a pause at the end, at the end of what, at the end of this.

Legends simply don't live or die like men

This is the trouble with history, though. Even if you were there, which I obviously was, it's sometimes very difficult to pin down.

Memory My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour—'T was noon by yonder village tower, And on the last blue noon in May—The wind came briskly up this way, Crisping the brook beside the road; Then, pausing here, set down its load Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

You must also understand that with muscle memory, at least two to three thousand repetitions are necessary to help master a simple skill.

As noted earlier, current theory states that it takes two thousand to three thousand repetitions to master a physical act or develop physical "muscle memory." I believe it takes an equal amount of "mental muscle memory" to ingrain a thought process or act.

Beneath history, memory and forgetting Beneath memory and forgetting, life.

Nous devons devenir capables d'échanger nos mémoires nationales ou ethniques et d'exercer les uns à l'égard des autres à la fois la volonté de ne pas oublier et celle de pardonner, c'est-à-dire de libérer la mémoire des autres de sa charge de culpabilité

It was not the largest genocide in the history of the world, but it was the fastest and most efficient.

hit a man in the face long enough and he turns for help to his racial memory and tribal gods.

What a lot you know.' I laughed and said it was one of the few advantages of old age, to be a repository of bits and pieces of casual information that sometimes come in useful. But she said she didn't really mean that, she meant know as distinct from remember.

But it isn't the best we should remember,' she said, and shocked herself by speaking aloud, and clutched the folds and mother-of-pearl buttons in that habitual gesture. We must remember the worst because the worst is the lives we lead, the best is only our history, and between our history and our lives there is this vast dark plain where the rapt and patient shepherds drive their invisible flocks in expectation of God's forgiveness. *

What I remembered most clearly about this Jinja road was that on portions of it, for reasons no one could explain, butterflies settled in long fluffy tracts. There might be eighty feet of road carpeted by white butterflies, so many of them that if you drove too fast your tires lost their grip, and some people lost their lives, skidding on butterflies.

A slow feeling of gathering sadness as each familiar place flashes by the window and disappears and becomes part of the past. Time is made visible, and it moves as the landscape moves.

But art should require no instrument but memory.

Death rephrases the life of everyone who's near.

The insecurity in Juárez drifted through the air like the memory of a shattering dream.