Quotes About Memory

Amy had never had a boyfriend hit her, although she'd had a couple who fucked her when she was too out of it to consent, but that was before consent got fashionable. Those kinds of incidents used to be considered 'funny'. Even 'hilarious'. The worse you felt, the louder you laughed. The laughter was necessary because it put you back in charge. You didn't remember, so you created a memory you hoped was the truth.

and the memory had vanished, the way old clothes vanished and you forgot they had ever existed until an old photo reminded you: I loved that T-shirt.

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going' Tennessee Williams

Instead of remembering grief and devastation, she remembered the terrible injustice of the cheesecake.

Janie eating. Janie sulking. Janie with her friends. Including him. That boy. His head turned away from the camera, looking at Janie, as if she'd just said something smart and funny. What did she say? Every time, she always wondered that. What did you just say, Janie? Rachel pressed her fingertip to his grinning, freckled face, and watched her mildly arthritic, age-spotted hand curl into a fist.

She couldn't shake the feeling that if she didn't record this moment on her phone then it wasn't really happening, it didn't count

Hooray!" said her mother. "I'm so glad you've lost your memory. This accident is going to turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

What was the actual benefit of accuracy when it came to memories?

After we left the hospital this afternoon, Mum and I went over to Alice's place to meet Ben and the kids. We all had pizza for dinner. (Thankfully Roger had a Rotary meeting; I was not in the mood for Roger. I can't think of anyone ever being in the mood for Roger, except for Mum, presumably, and Roger, of course.) We didn't tell the children that Alice had lost her memory. We just said she'd hit her head at the gym but she was going to be fine.

She didn't believe in alternate realities. She believed in the transcendent power of love, memory and imagination. 'Anything is possible.

fucked her when she was too out of it to consent, but that was before consent got fashionable. Those kinds of incidents used to be considered "funny." Even "hilarious." The worse you felt, the louder you laughed. The laughter was necessary because it put you back in charge. You didn't remember, so you created a memory you hoped was the truth.

Neither of us is going to jail, you ninny. One day we'll be sweet little old ladies and we'll probably forget that it didn't happen the way we said it did.' 'I can't imagine us as sweet little old ladies.' 'It does seem unlikely.

But Nick was Nick. He knew what she meant when she said, "Oh my dosh." They could look at an old photo together and travel back in time to the same place; they could begin a million conversations with "Do you remember when . . .";

They would think she was savoring the taste (blueberries, cinnamon, cream—excellent), but she was actually savoring the whole morning, trying to catch it, pin it down, keep it safe before all those precious moments became yet another memory.

Now it was hard to remember ever feeling innocent and audacious enough to dream of a certain type of life, as if you got to choose how things turned out.

The doctors would fix her head and everything would be OK. She began shoving things back into the backpack. As she picked up the leather-bound diary, a photo fell out. It was a photo of three children in school uniform. It was obviously a posed shot because they were sitting in a row on a step with their elbows on their knees and their chins in their hands. There were two girls and a boy. The boy was in the middle. He had

I wish my memories would blur a bit,' Savannah had said, looking into her glass. 'I remember everything. The details never fade.

I remember Connie and me standing there at the hospital, looking at each other, not touching, not crying, just completely and utterly shocked. Our mother was too busy to die.

Good for you. Never forgive. Never forget. That's my motto.

Never forgive. Never forget. That's my motto.

after a fancy-dress fortieth, and a very weird sober kiss with a fat man in the

He remembered a different body. A different time. The almighty roar of an ecstatic crowd. The way the sound used to vibrate in his chest. Once there had been no barrier at all between his mind and his body. He thought "run" and he ran. He thought "jump" and he jumped.

In their wedding photos, they both have the blank-eyed, sedated look of recent trauma victims.

Actually, what she remembered most about that trip to Berlin was kissing a handsome, brown-haired German boy in a nightclub. He kept taking ice cubes from his drink and running them across her collarbone, which at the time had seemed incredibly sexy, but now seemed unhygienic and sticky.