Quotes About Memory

Sometimes you only saw yourself clearly in the eyes of those you've left, and what you saw was a horror.

no smell of piss or green beans. That was how you could tell for sure it was an upscale old-age joint. It smelled instead like a summer meadow, it smelled of daisies, it smelled like a preview of coming attractions.

He closed his eyes for a moment and tasted the emotions before they slipped away.

Nostalgia is a fire fueled by failures of memory.

A student never forgets an encouraging private word, when it is given with sincere respect and admiration.

I divide all readers into two classes; those who read to remember and those who read to forget.

Flesh decays; bone endures. Flesh forgets and forgives ancient injuries; bone heals, but it always remembers: a childhood fall, a barroom brawl; the smash of a pistol butt to the temple, the quick sting of a blade between the ribs. The bones capture such moments, preserve a record of them, and reveal them to anyone with eyes trained to see the rich visual record, to hear the faint whispers rising from the dead. I

El hombre que aprende de memoria grandes porciones de las Escrituras enriquece su propia vida y aumenta su potencial para bendecir a los demás, si

She lived in her past life- these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that was left her in the world.

So many die without our caring, decline to silence in rooms beyond hearing. We honor the dead and abhor the dying. - from the story "De Composition

De waarheid mag dan vreemder zijn dan de verbeelding, maar vraagt wel om een betere redacteur. Het grootste deel van het leven van een mens is de moeite van het onthouden niet waard.

I can still feel it. I don't mean 'in my tender heart, it still pains me so.' I can still feel what he did, in my body, standing here, right now.

I should like someone to remember that there once lived a person named David Berger.

They tell you that you'll lose your mind when you grow older. What they don't tell you is that you won't miss it very much.

When people remember the past, they don't only talk about happiness. It is often the ordeals that seem most significant. People shoot for happiness but feel formed through suffering.

have wanted to fight so well that I will be immortalized in poetry and song. I have wanted to fight so well that an epic poet will come along and create a poem about me that will be sung forever. That way, I will have undying kleos. People will remember my name after I am dead. I will have reputation and fame. I want to be remembered after my death. I want my name to live on after I die. I want to be remembered as a great warrior who slaughtered many other warriors.

The dead guys won't write more symphonies.

Music resonates in so many parts of the brain that we can't conceive of it being an isolated thing. It's whom you were with, how old you were, and what was happening that day.

Even if I had amazing recall, and I don't, recollection is often just self-fashioning. Some of it is reflexive, designed to bury truths that cannot be swallowed, but other "memories" are just redemption myths writ small. Personal narrative is not simply opening up a vein and letting the blood flow toward anyone willing to stare. The historical self is created to keep dissonance at bay and render the subject palatable in the present.

Memory becomes not a faculty but a coconspirator, a tool for constructing the self that we show the world.

Even if I had amazing recall, and I don't, recollection is often just self-fashioning. Some of it is reflexive, designed to bury truths that can not be swallowed, but other "memories" are just redemption myths writ small. Personal narrative is not simply opening up a vein and letting the blood flow toward anyone willing to share. The historical self is created to keep dissonance at bay and render the subject palatable in the present.

Every addict is formed in the crucible of the memory of that first hit.

There is only so much space on any one person's hard drive, and old memories are prone to replacement by newer ones.

People remember what they can live with more often than how they lived.