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Quotes About Memory

Wasn't my hair shorter than when they last saw me?
~ Liz Kessler
memory is made up of one part perception, one part intuition, and one part pure invention.
~ Unknown
Let's agree right here at the outset that memory is made up of one part perception, one part intuition, and one part pure invention.
~ Unknown
Let's agree right here at the outset that memory is made up of one part perception, one part intuition, and one part pure invention.
~ Unknown
to remember the details, I'm not the only one, and you needn't feel sorry for me. In fact, there are two other
~ Unknown
I can't go down there. They think I'm dead! Oh, you've remembered that. Good for you.
~ Unknown
[To Dan Quayle:] Senator, I served with Jack Kennedy. I knew Jack Kennedy, Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine. Senator, you are no Jack Kennedy.
~ Lloyd Bentsen
Marcellus cudgeled his memory. What did he know about Arpino? Delicious little melons! Arpino melons! And exactly the right time for them, too.
~ Unknown
And so they lived many happy years, and the promised tasks were accomplished. Yet long afterward, when all had passed away into distant memory, there were many who wondered whether King Taran, Queen Eilonwy, and their companions had indeed walked the earth, or whether they had been no more than dreams in a tale set down to beguile children. And, in time, only the bards knew the truth of it.
~ Unknown
Nobody is made anything by hearing of rules, or laying them up in his memory; practice must settle the habit of doing, without reflecting on the rule; and you may as well hope to make a good painter, or musician, extempore, by a lecture and instruction in the arts of music and painting, as a coherent thinker, or a strict reasoner, by a set of rules, showing him wherein right reasoning consists.
~ Unknown
I string sounds together. But to string them I have to remember a bunch of old ones I heard somewhere and then juggle them into a new rhythm and shape.
~ Unknown
I sit on the bed. I remember a golden bracelet, thin gold, an apple with a bite taken out of it for the clasp, and the words "I Love You," and I take it out from the box of treasures under the bed. I remember Mama said, "I mean it. Though we never say it in this family," as she put the bracelet around my wrist last Christmas. And I still believe her, what she said about love. We just never say it in this family.
~ Unknown
she thought ray i'll never see ray again there was a time she looked into those green eyes and said i love you so long ago he'll never know i still do
~ Lois Duncan
If you were to be lost in the river, Jonas, your memories would not be lost with you. Memories are forever.
~ Lois Lowry
For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps, it was only an echo.
~ Lois Lowry
Memory is the happiness of being alone.
~ Lois Lowry
Tant bien que mal, avant j'aimais la vie, parce qu'on l'avait en commun. Avant, j'aimais la vie, même sachant tout ce que je savais, car dans l'immensité du vide, il était là qui souriait. Aujourd'hui, je chéris un fantôme, un souvenir. Je pense encore à lui chaque jour, chaque minute, chaque seconde…
~ Unknown
Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.
~ Unknown
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
~ Unknown
My memory of my mom is a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was a runway fashion model, and she was quite a glamorous woman.
~ Loni Anderson
Since I know you don't like me, don't bother answering, because it would trouble you; but I remember you always and I keep a place for you in my heart, brimful of poetry.
~ Unknown
History is not a burden on the memory but an illumination of the soul.
~ Lord Acton
History, with all her volumes vast, hath but one page
~ Lord Byron
I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal torch?light ; and, to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the remaining leaves of this volume...
~ Lord Byron