Quotes About Memory

Even a passing moment has its fertile past.

So how do you suddenly lose the habit of yourself? of day follows night? of the snows of yesteryear? of rosy apples? of the yearning for love, which is never enough? from "Moment of Silence

We've inherited hope— the gift of forgetting.

Every menu is an obituary.

Buscar sinceridad en unas memorias carece de sentido. Mejor sería preguntarse qué versión de uno mismo y del mundo ha escogido el autor, dado que siempre hay posibilidad de elegir.

BÄ™dziemy mija? siÄ™ bez gestu i bez sÅ'owa nie pamiÄ™tajÄ…c, ?e przez krótki czas kochaliÅ›my siÄ™ na zawsze.

MinÄ™li siÄ™ jak obcy, bez gestu i sÅ'owa, ona w drodze do sklepu, on do samochodu. Mo?e w popÅ'ochu albo roztargnieniu albo niepamiÄ™taniu, ?e przez krótki czas kochali siÄ™ na zawsze. [...]

No existe vida que, aun por un instante, no sea inmortal. La muerte siempre llega con ese instante de retraso. En vano golpea con la aldaba en la puerta invisible. Lo ya vivido no se lo puede llevar.

Å»aden dzieÅ" siÄ™ nie powtórzy, nie ma dwóch podobnych nocy, dwóch tych samych pocaÅ'unków, dwóch jednakich spojrzeÅ" w oczy.

Harper saw a dark young guy, trying to stop from laughing so much. By some trick of perspective the tracers illuminated Sam's profile with a halo of fireflies. Something about him touched Harper, so that long after the gunship had swung low and away Sam's image remained on his retina.

A man dies... only a few circles in the water prove that he was ever there. And even they quickly disappear. And when they're gone, he's forgotten, without a trace, as if he'd never even existed. And that's all.

Honey, you're the one who stopped sleeping with me, OK? It'll be a year come April 20th. I remember the date exactly, because it was Hitler's birthday

Yo no quiero alcanzar la inmortalidad por mi obra. Quiero conseguirla por no morir. No quiero vivir en la memoria de mis compatriotas. Preferiría vivir en mi apartamento.

Eureka! I remember now, I accidentally came upon my parents having sex, and the trauma that I've long repressed has caused my inordinate fear of being nailed shut in a cello case.

Not believing in a hereafter, I really can't see any practical difference if people remember me as a film director or a pedophile or at all. All that I ask is my ashes be scattered close to a pharmacy.

A team of horses cannot overtake a word that has left the mouth.

Las personas adultas se avergüenzan de su infancia como de su inocencia, y luego también de su juventud, porque lo más fácil y lo más cómodo y lo de mejor gusto es olvidar a tiempo lo que ya no se tiene.

Lo demás es el cielo. Y eso lo sabes porque tu memoria borró piadosamente palabras, gestos, hechuras y deshechuras, para dejarte de esas tres, cuatro horas, el recuerdo hechizado de sus ojos almirantes y la cicatriz de un beso cuya innata radiactividad habrá de atormentarte en silencio cuantas veces vuelvas al Perro y no esté allí Carolina.

Sirs, call to mind what by help of the gods you have already done. Bethink you of the battles you have won at close quarters with the foe; of the fate which awaits those who flee before their foes. Forget not that we stand at the very doors of Hellas. Follow in the steps of Heracles, our guide, and cheer each the other onwards by name. Sweet were it surely by some brave and noble word or deed, spoken or done this day, to leave the memory of oneself in the hearts of those one loves.

I think hunting used to be important for human survival. Thats no longer the case, but they can't stop. A human being, perhaps, is made up of many nonsensical movements. But they've forgotten the movements necessary for life. These humans are manipulated by what remains of their memories.

The tales told by the dead are fundamentally different, because their stories are not told to conceal their wounds.

After the death of all living creatures, all our unfulfilled wishes and unspoken words will go on drifting in the stratosphere, they will combine with one another and linger upon the earth like fog. What will this fog look like in the eyes of the living? Will they fail to remember the dead and instead indulge in banal meteorological conversations like: It's foggy today, don't you think?

The power of collective memory does not lie in its accurate, systematic, or sophisticated mapping of the past, but in establishing basic images that articulate and reinforce a particular ideological stance.

I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.