Quotes About Memory

You should regard each meeting with a friend as a sitting he is unwittingly giving you for a portrait — a portrait that, probably, when you or he die, will still be unfinished.

But the other tribe — the passionate, tragic, rootless tree — man? Alas! He is a creature whose highest privileges are a curse. In his mouth is ever the bitter-sweet taste of life and death, unknown to the trees. Without respite he is dragged by the two wild horses, memory and hope; and he is tormented by a secret that he can never tell. For every man worthy of the name is an initiate; but each one into different Mysteries.

the sun would set, and then our riders could watch the actual process of colour fading from the world. Was that tree still really green, or was it only that they were remembering how a few seconds ago it had been green?

A bad conscience makes a very good ghost.

He says to me, Ranulph, he says... that the past will never come again, but that we must remember that the past is made of the present, and that the present is always here.

I have built a monument more lasting than bronze.

Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.

I am not what I was in the reign of the good Cinara. Forbear, cruel mother of sweet loves.

I shall not wholly die.

A praiser of past time.

A word once uttered can never be recalled.

Pensó en las palabras de Dostojewsky, que hasta ese momento no había comprendido: "Nada hay más bello y que fortalezca más en la vida, que un puro recuerdo".

Pero al verla otra vez, a veinte metros de mí, mirándome, sentí que en mi alma, dormida en paz, surgía sangrando la desolación de haberla perdido, como si no hubiera pasado un solo día de esos diez años.

Nada hay más bello y que fortalezca más en la vida, que un puro recuerdo».

Pensó en las palabras de Dostojewsky, que hasta ese momento no había comprendido: "Nada hay más bello y que fortalezca más en la vida, que un puro recuerdo". Nébel lo había guardado, ese recuerdo sin mancha, pureza inmaculada de sus dieciocho años, y que ahora estaba allí, enfangado hasta el cáliz sobre una cama de sirvienta…

Nada hay más bello y que fortalezca más en la vida, que un puro recuerdo

Si usted es querido alguna vez como yo lo fui, y ultraja como yo lo hice, comprenderá toda la pureza viril que hay en mi recuerdo.

Maybe all art is such a re-call, a call beyond the grave.

For humans, being able to 'forget' is what allows them to survive through their cruel and harsh lives.

When memory appeared, the effect was dramatic. A multicelled creature could quickly store experience in a nervous system's circuitry. This opened the way for a swift reprogrammer zoologist Richard Dawkins calls the meme*—a habit, a technique, a twist of feeling, a sense of things, which easily flips from brain to brain.

Arctic Circle that people would talk about 30 years later,

I don't think man is blessed with memory. More often he is cursed with it. I have too many memories.

When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college — that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said, "You mean they forget?"

Whoever spoke of a wise lover? The wiser the lover, the longer ago he stopped loving.