Quotes About Memory

At the same time, the fact that the girls were slowly sinking hadn't completely penetrated our minds, and on some mornings we awoke to a world still unruptured: we stretched, we got out of bed, and only after rubbing our eyes at the window did we remember the rotting house across the street, and the mossblackened windows hiding the girls from our sight. The truth was this: we were beginning to forget the Lisbon girls, and we could remember nothing else.

this kind of increased synaptic strength is a key to the formation of enduring neuronal circuits and has become known by the maxim "Cells that fire together, wire together.

The molecular basis of memory and learning, the discovery of which earned Kandel a share of the 2000 Nobel Prize in physiology or medicine, stands as one of the best understood of the changes the brain undergoes. It is one of the mechanisms that underlie the plasticity of the developing brain. Changes in how an organism interacts with its environment result in changes in connectivity.

Acquiring navigational skills causes a redistribution of gray matter in the hippocampus as a driver's mental map of London grows larger and more detailed with experience.

No rescue boat can save the touches I left bobbing in the wild ocean of your flesh, but if they cut open your heart, like the belly of a shark, dumped its contents on a table—would there be any trace of me?

It's weird how when you don't hang out with someone for a while and then you do again, you miss them. It's like you forget to miss them until they show up to remind you.

Nadine would never forget this death because it had been her eighth birthday. Arleen had come home late, striding into the trailer in wet underwear carrying a boxed cake so warm the frosted flowers had melted off the top. To this day, those innocuous cake boxes with the clear-plastic tops made Nadine's stomach clench.

We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

I understood that at eight years of age, but I had forgotten it by eighteen.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearth-stone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature." Knowledge

Every time Suzanne thinks about her mother's sulfur-blue eyes it rains.

When we walk I hear your footsteps and miss your voice

I'll never forget my first time with you' Min said as she edged the doughnut off her finger. 'The earth moved, and then my mother asked my father who he was going down on at lunch.

North is a powerful man, and you're still connected to him. Flo frowned. Probably sexual memory, those Capricorns are insatiable. Well, you know. Sea Goat. And of course, you're a Fish. You'll end up back in bed with him. Andie slammed the car door. You know what I'd like for Christmas, Flo? Boundaries. You can gift me early if you'd like.

I'll never forget my first time with you. The earth moved, and then mom asked dad who he was going down on during lunch.

Hostility, Cal said. It's deja vu all over again. How's your head? The pain comes and goes, Min said. And then there are the voices.

There are lots of people who rewrite their past and, what's more, believe it themselves. Now that is odd.

In such a life, he thinks, there is a truth. You can be so cold that you can't get colder, so wet you can't become wetter. You can feel so deeply that you are saturated, numb but still intensely alert—beyond fear—as if living a memory. Beyond living, he thinks. Surviving.

One of its ears stuck straight up, the other flopped as it ran, and I remembered something I'd read somewhere--that when God sees a dog he likes, He folds one of its ears down to remember it.

I didn't trust people who forgot to eat.

She knew she'd be hearing that voice, those words, on an endless loop in her brain, maybe for the rest of her life.

Maybe when you first experience a place as a six-year-old, you become six again, every time you return.

Bubbe and Zayde were old and small and wrinkly

One of its ears stuck straight up, the other flopped as it ran, and I remembered something I'd read somewhere—that when God sees a dog he likes, he folds one of its ears down to remember it.