Quotes About Memory

In order to write about real people - parents, children, lovers, friends, enemies, brothers, uncles, or the occasional passerby - it is necessary to make them fictional. I believe this is the only way of breathing life into them. To remember is to look around, again and again, equally astonished every time.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

Memory takes root only half in the folds of the brain: half's in the concrete streets we have lived along.

Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade.

And one of our consuming diversions as we age is to recite, not only to others but to ourselves, our own story.

For the living, death is thievery.

Oh, you knew exactly what I meant. Not that happiness is dull. Only that it doesn't tell well. And one of our consuming diversions as we age is to recite, not only to others but to ourselves, our own story.

Se supone que los hombres piensan en el sexo todo el tiempo, pero él ya no lo hacía, y ahora lo recordaba con tanta fuerza que dolía.

Education is not a steady process of accrual, but a touch-and-go contest between learning and forgetting, like frantically trying to fill a sink faster than it can empty through an open drain—which

Nowadays our sense of history is being destroyed by the nature of our history - our memory is short and it grows shorter under the rapidity of the assault of events. What once occupied all our minds and filled the musty meeting halls with the awareness of heroism and destiny has now become chiefly a matter for the historical scholar.

Elaine, I remember the first time I met you. You were so young, so scared. It nearly broke my heart to see you so.

In my understanding, the women's movement is first and foremost about memory. It is about remembering the women who lived, struggled, worked and loved before us, including those who we've never heard about. The women's movement is a sense of continuity in time, knowing that you are part of a river, constantly flowing, changing, expanding. - Elif Shafak

Looking back on their own teenage years, most adults feel grateful that there's no easy-to-access document of all the dumb things they did.

A brand is a voice and a product is a souvenir.

You couldn't get where you were going without knowing where you'd been. And you couldn't be anywhere at all without having been almost there for a while.

Memory is a curious thing. Some details stick in our minds like peanut butter on crackers, and refuse to budge, as much as we might wish they would. Other memories - heavy ones sometimes, ones that seem unbudgeable - can be plucked right out when we least expect it. Lost memories leave remnants, of course, flavors that linger in the mind, but it's difficult to taste things when you don't know they're there

brother died.

There was a hint of something lingering in her mind. A memory, perhaps, although Jo could only catch the flavor of a few remaining tendrils.

I wished there was a way to keep that in a bottle, that one moment of wonderful perfect, so I could open it up whenever I needed to get a good whiff.

The human memory is such a cruel, frustrating thing, the way it just discards things without asking permission, precious things. At least here, in my house, I have control over my memories.

They say that your powers of memory are at their peak when you're 26, and it's all downhill after that.

But I realised it wasn't a ghost, it was his SPIRIT and then I realised that a spirit is just another word for a memory, isn't it? The stronger the memory the stronger the spirit. Because as much as I'd love to believe that the spirit lives on as a thing separate to humanity, I know that's not true. It's in our minds, in our hearts, that a person's spirit lives on.

strikes of lightning. She saw her mother, stirring a teabag in a mug. She saw her father

It scares me sometimes how much room in my tiny little brain is taken up by things like the name of Liz Hurley's new boyfriend.