Quotes About Memory

If the past is no longer presentis it fiction?

A photograph is the pause button on life.

The best thing about Art is that the people who create it live forever.

When the world asks "what was it like?" Only the photographer can say "See!

An excellent photograph is the one which has excellently captured an excellent moment!

Most of them are remembered for their works, few are remembered in spite of them...for their finesse!

Abstract is a journey through both my mind and my past.

Even when I was a little girl, I remember going to the Museum of Modern Art. I think my parents took me there once or twice. And what I really remember is the design collection.

Ruins are ideal: the perceiver's attitudes count so heavily that one is tempted to say ruins are a way of seeing.

There are no mysteries, only unanswered questions that have no answers, and the memory of people who enter and leave our lives, for a short or long time, and stay only as long as they are meant to. We cannot change the patterns of life, but only observe them, and bend to their will with grace.

when I'm sad over what I lost, I often find that things look better in the rearview mirror than they really were

was the first boy I ever slept with. His name

a sound, a smell, or a memory could bring it back to mind.

They lost the hope of a better relationship with him when he died. They don't want to remember the truth right now." Excerpt From: Steel, Danielle. "Country." Delacorte Press, 2015-06-16. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.

You see, down here, where life hangs heavy like a suffocating cloak, I can't remember that I've ever felt any other way. I need to be reminded that there are reasons in the world to hold on, even if I have forgotten them; I tell myself if I can just hold on I will remember them, these reasons, they will come back to me.

Destruction and humiliation didn't matter. Only memory and integrity did. Was the hour I was living through right now different from the hour they were living through then? Did it matter? From what hour does one recite the evening Sh'ma?

I mean that we control the way we remember the past, and that's what matters in the present. We choose what is worthy of our memory. We should probably be grateful that we can't remember everything as God does, because if we did, we would find it impossible to forgive anyone. The limit of human memory encourages humility.

I suppose memory has at least two faces, and capricious ones at that.

I don't think anyone ever remembers what they were really like as kids. Adults think they do, but they don't. Photos and videos don't capture the real you, or bring back to life the person you used to be. You have to return to the past to do that.

I know that no matter how lonely I get, I'll never be truly alone again. Our loved ones don't leave us. They just move out of sight for a while, and wait...in the shades.

Even in death, may you be triumphant.

He said: I'm going to send you over. The chances are you'll get off with life. That means you'll be out again in twenty years. You're an angel. I'll wait for you. He cleared his throat. If they hang you I'll always remember you.

I had seen the girl somewhere before. She was a slender girl in a glistening blue gown that exhibited a generous spread of front, back and arms that were worth showing. She had a mass of dark brown hair above an oval face of the color that pink ought to be. Her eyes were wide-set and of a gray shade that wasn't altogether unlike the shadows on polished silver that the poet had compared them to. The Girl With The Silver Eyes

You might have mentioned this to me Molly," said Leonard. "The fact that there are hostile natives on the island." "I forgot," said Molly. "You forgot?" said Leonard. "There's been a lot happening," said Molly.