Quotes About Memory

The person who does a truly good deed does not remember it as long as does the person for whom it is done. And this is how it ought to be. A truly good deed, by definition, is not done with the expectation of instant return ("I scratched your back, now you scratch mine!").

There is something in a man's fate that has eyes that remember whether he has someone to come home to or not.

There is such a thing as a person's spiritual memory, his spiritual experience, which must be present in each of us, regardless of our age. These are the main things, of a seemingly higher realm, that gives us moral momentum, that we derive from the events of our lives, and that hold interest not only for ourselves alone. When this occurs and when the moral residue of external events seems important to us, we naturally want to share it with others.

You must remember everything. Everything must be remembered, but the bad, like private parts, shouldn't be shown without a good reason.

I shall never forget how the red ball of the sun hung on the horizon and raced along with the train for a short space," she later wrote, "and then plunged below the belly-band of the earth. There have been other suns that set in significance for me, but that sun! It was a book-mark in the pages of a life." While

Women today not only possess genetic memory of birth from a thousand generations of women, but they are also assailed from every direction by information and misinformation about birth.

I've caused you pain, and I'm sorry for it,' she said. 'But perhaps that pain will keep you from forgetting me.

We long for a life we never had but of which we seem to have a clear memory; a life in wich there is no longing.

So happy ending all round, more or less. I know you're relieved. But much as we might imagine we can leave the past behind, it has a nasty way of pressing its hoary old face against the window just as we are sitting down to the feast.

Me gusta pensar que mis palabras permanecerán vivas una vez que mi voz se haya apagado.

The older I get, the better I was.

It was definitely a part of our life. I mean, my mom had both her brothers and her fiancee in Vietnam at the same time, so it wasn't just my dad's story, it was my mom's story too. And we definitely grew up listening to the stories.

Our lives are fictions, a work we leave behind, signed.

Perciò ho stabilito" concludeva "che il passato bisogna scordarselo, ce lo portiamo dietro ma non ci deve pesare. I morti che ci hanno fatto del bene, si ricompensano guardando in faccia i vivi.

E da un certo giorno in avanti, è come al primo canto del gallo; per bujo che sia, non è più notte, se aguzzi lo sguardo vedi baluginare l'alba, il ricordo ha una diversa consistenza.

Why do people have memories? It would be easier to die - anything to stop remembering.

It is the writer's duty to tell the terrible truth, and it is a reader's civic duty to learn this truth. To turn away, to close one's eyes and walk past is to insult the memory of those who have perished.

Sing little box Don't let sleep overtake you The world's awake within you In your four-sided emptiness We turn distance into nearness Forgetfulness into memory Don't let your nails come loose For the very first time We watch sights beyond this world Through your keyhole Turn your key in our mouths Swallow words and numbers Out of your song Don't let your lid fly open Your bottom drop Sing little box

c'est que je continue à les porter. Je les enlève avant

The first time he saw her she reminded him a distant memory of falling from a height.

We love you," my dad says, and mother nods. My mother my shows her love in every way possible but has a hard time saying the word. My dad and I have had many conversations about why this might be; we think it's because she's lost so many people she's said the word "love" to. Half her family is dead.

There seemed to be nothing left in the world, for I felt that Roland had taken with him all my future and Edward all my past.

If this word should turn out to be a 'Te moriturum saluto,' perhaps it will brighten the dark moments a little to think how you have meant to someone more than anything ever has or ever will. What you have striven for will not end in nothing, all that you have done and been will not be wasted, for it will be a part of me as long as I live, and I shall remember, always.

She seemed to have waited so long to hear those words that for a moment the earth stood still, and the moon, the trees, the grotesque shadows across the heath, became in that instant transfixed in her memory. How shall I bear this exquisite happiness? It is too much: it will destroy me.