Quotes About Memory

Outcomes, Agenda, Roles and Rules. These four categories spell OARRs, which becomes a memory device, if you think of a meeting as being like a river and your process as being like rowing a boat on it. All you need to do to succeed is "grab your OARRs.

Miraba a Bárbara. Ahora tan lejana. Hasta tal punto habíamos retrocedido que yo casi estaba esperando que alguien nos presentara.

No sé por qué me importaste tú cuando no me importaba ya nadie

It is not well to forget the past," Douglass warned in a speech later in the 1880s. "Memory was given to man for some wise purpose. The past is . . . the mirror in which we may discern the dim outlines of the future and by which we may make them more symmetrical.

Well the nation may forget; it may shut its eyes to the past, but the colored people of this country are bound to keep fresh a memory of the past till justice shall be done them in the present."39

All great autobiography is about loss, about the hopeless but necessary quest to retrieve and control a past that forever slips away. Memory is both inspiration and burden, method and subject, the thing one cannot live with or without.

in successive elections, Douglass made the memory of emancipation his major preoccupation, pushing his readers to never forget what the war had been about. In the fall of 1870 he warned that Americans were by habit "destitute of political memory.

An embittered Douglass declared the United States a tyranny, a nation of corrupted memory, abandoning its victories in favor of power, greed, racial fear, and pride.

David W. Blight

Douglass insisted on remembrance before any action: "Perhaps there is too much past. But remember that all the present rests on all the past. Remember is as good a word as forget.

Körperlicher Schmerz ist immer Gegenwart, ist unmittelbar, Schmerz ist Jetzt. In der Erinnerung ist Schmerz schon weniger groß, retrospektiv wird er immer kleiner. Schon am nächsten Morgen war es eigentlich nicht mehr so schlimm. Der Schmerz läßt nach, er beherrscht nur den Moment.

Wohin mit all dem, wenn ich tot bin? Ich glaube, ich hätte lieber die Erinnerung eines Grashalms am Straßenrand, an dem alle vorübergehen, eines Grashalms, den nie wieder einer sieht, bis er eines Tages abgemäht oder ausgerupft wird. Oder einfach vertrocknet.

She was never certain how long she wept, and it didn't really matter. It wasn't something to be measured by clocks, cut up into minutes and seconds.

Art is the act of triggering deep memories of what it means to be fully human.

Right after you wake up, remain completely motionless and ask yourself, "What was just happening to me? Where was I? Who was I talking to? What was going on?" This is the key to remembering any dream. If you ask yourself, "What was I just dreaming?" you are not likely to get anywhere, because your dream will have seemed completely real as you went through it.

If you ever try to change my memories again, I will slap you into next spring." I took a breath, knees shaking as I felt small beside him, my white dress brushing against his black trousers. Some women get flowers or poems from their suitors. I get insults and threats.

It's hard on Mom, though, a nurse's aid at a nursing home, taking care of old people all day and then coming home to Gramps, who lately has been having trouble remembering our names.

She would like to be on a train named Nightfall going to some place where she'd be twenty-five years old.

The obsession with the afterlife is born of a panic at not having memories of a before-life.

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

If she possessed any memory whatsoever of the days when she'd been whole, her shattered recollections were scattered across the darkscape of her mind in fragments so minuscule that she could no more easily piece them together than she could gather from the beach all the tiny chips of broken seashells, worn to polished flakes by ages of relentless tides, and reassemble them into their original architectures.

That was one of the most fundamental and sacred duties good friends and families performed for one another! They tended the flame of memory, so no one's death meant an immediate vanishment from the world; in some sense the deceased would live on after their passing, at least as long as those who loved them lived. Such memories were an essential weapon against the chaos of life and death, a way to ensure some continuity from generation to generation, an order of endorsement and meaning.

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we're old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner or later we'll lose everyone we love. We're never the same. But somehow we're all right. We go on.

In memory, she lived and moved and laughed, but all that a photograph could offer was one frozen moment of a life.