Quotes About Memory

It was great fun,But it was just one of those things.

Human experience, like the stern-lights of a ship at sea, illumines only the path which we have passed over.

It is the image in the mind that links us to our lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers, weaves the garland.

But when he said in his heart of hearts "Vinca!", the name inseparably linked with his friend, evoked the memory of sand, warm to kneel on, or trickling out between fingers that held it in a tight squeeze...

He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He'd put it in almost fifty years before and hadn't had cause to remove it. But for the life of him he couldn't find it.

Don't tell me you've offended that one too." Daeng shook her head. "Have we offended that one?" Siri asked. "Don't recall," said Civilai. "Wait. Isn't he the one whose limousine we filled up with ducks?" "No. That was the Vice-Minister of Agriculture.

Their eyes seemed to see another life—a life that was losing clarity and focus. And those beasts that had been there the longest could see only wire mesh and concrete. All memories of the past had drained from them. They sat on their logs and their rocks, their heads slowly scrolling left and right like dementia patients, mesmerized by the passing visitors but not at all interested in

Yolun gitti?i yeri unutan? hat?rla.

I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met.

We invented a whole new class of computer programming languages known as list processing languages. The basic idea is that whenever a piece of information is stored in memory, additional information should be stored with it telling where to find the next associated piece of information.

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty.

Remembrance of the past may give rise to dangerous insights, and the established society seems to be apprehensive of the subversive contents of memory. Remembrance is a mode of dissociation from the given facts, a mode of "mediation" which breaks, for short moments, the omnipresent power of the given facts. Memory recalls the terror and the hope that passed. Both come to life again, but whereas in reality, the former recurs in ever new forms, the latter remains hope.

May you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.

Ze glimlachte de lach die ik zo goed kende en die nooit uit m'n geest zou verdwijnen. 'Dat gaat wel,' zei ze. 'Met mij ook,' zei ik. We logen, geloof ik, allebei.

Zij zal nog leven als ik dood zal zijn, ze zal me misschien niet vergeten zijn als ik uit de voetnoten ben verdwenen.

Inmiddels is Luk bezig aan Ilse een verhaal te vertellen, over een kapper. Dat die dood is. 'En nog zo jong,' hoor ik Luk zeggen. 'Hoe oud was hij?' vraagt Ilse. 'Dat weet ik niet. Veertig. Tweeënveertig.' 'Zo jong nog?' 'Ja. Ik weet het niet. Drieënveertig misschien. Ik weet het echt niet precies hoe oud.

When trying to remember my share in the glow of the eternal present, in the smile of God, I return to my childhood, too, for that is where the most significant discoveries turn up.

A fellow will remember a lot of things you wouldn't think he'd remember. You take me. One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry, and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in, and on it there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second. She didn't see me at all, but I'll bet a month hasn't gone by since that I haven't thought of that girl.

for overstrong was the command to hold fast to each smallest particle of time, to the smallest particle of every circumstance, and to embody all of them in memory as if they could be preserved in memory through all deaths for all times.

that in the chain of memory into which we are forged the first links should be the strongest, as if they, just they, were the most real reality.

This was both startling and comforting, and when the eye combined these separate things into a unity so strange, past all disjoining, one was curiously reminded of something, transposed into some mode that lay beyond convention far back in childhood, and the unsolved riddle was like a sign that had emerged from the sea of memory.

De grands pans du monde ressemblaient à une mélodie que l'on croit ne pouvoir oublier, hors de laquelle cependant l'on glisse, désormais contraint de la rechercher sans relâche et douloureusement .

Psychology has a long past, but only a short history.

The relation of repetitions for learning and for repeating English stanzas needs no amplification. These were learned by heart on the first day with less than half of the repetitions necessary for the shortest of the syllable series.