Quotes About Memory

Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

Some things are never appreciated at the present moment until the moment they are supposed to be forgotten.

I love when people remember the small things you thought they'd forget, that makes them even more special.

Aw, hell, Tessa. I was in ninth grade. By the time I got to the part where I imagined a girl without panties on, it was all over.

Communists liked history very much. It just had to be the right history. They liked to remember it selectively.

I was sure I could bring him back to health. He died…a

The past is never truly gone. It lives on in the memories of those who experienced it, in the stories that are told and retold, and in the places where it unfolded. We must honor the past by acknowledging its impact on our present, and by learning from its lessons to shape our future. (p. 21)

The past is never truly gone. It lives on in the memories of those who experienced it, in the stories that are told and retold, and in the places where it unfolded. We must honor the past by acknowledging its impact on our present, and by learning from its lessons to shape our future

We must honor the memory of those who have passed on, by seeking the truth, by speaking the truth, and by bringing justice to those who have been wronged. We must never forget the impact of our actions, both good and bad, and strive to make a positive difference in the lives of those around us." (Kneubuhl 124)

Sometimes I think we need to tell our stories more than anyone needs to hear our stories. Maybe just so that anticipation or happiness can be reached for again. But other times it is almost as if the story itself wants repeating. So that the strand of hair caught in a kiss or the turn of a beautiful face isn't lost forever. So that, especially when it comes to beauty, we're not alone and left with the burden of remembering.

We are here. And then we are not here. For a little while, we are a story. ...layers of lived life...

We forget in order to survive our childhoods, when we are totally dependent on our parents' goodwill; but to recover from such childhoods, we must begin by remembering-the bad and the good.

All wars are fought twice, the first time on the battlefield, the second time in memory.

The dead move on, but the living, we just stay here.

The point was simply this: the most important thing we could never forget was that we could never forget.

His habit of forgetting was too deeply ingrained, as if he passed his life perpetually walking backward through a desert, sweeping away his footprints,

This was the problem with a walk down memory lane. It was almost always foggy, and one was likely to trip and fall.

So it was that for two minutes we sang with all our hearts, feeling only for the past and turning our gaze from the future, swimmers doing the backstroke toward a waterfall.

we did not simply live in two cultures, as celebrants of the great American melting pot imagined. Displaced people also lived in two time zones, the here and the there, the present and the past, being as we were reluctant time travelers. But while science fiction imagined time travelers as moving forward or backward in time, this timepiece demonstrated a different chronology. The open secret of the clock, naked for all to see, was that we were only going in circles.

How do you know you've made a great work of art? A great work of art is something as real as reality itself, and sometimes even more real than the real. Long after this war is forgotten, when its existence is a paragraph in a schoolbook students won't even bother to read, and everyone who survived it is dead, their bodies dust, their memories atoms, their emotions no longer in motion, this work of art will still shine so brightly it will not just be about the war but it will be the war.

I do not remember many things, and for all those things I do not remember, I am grateful, because the things I do remember hurt me enough.

This was the problem with a walk down memory lane. It was almost always foggy, and one was likely to trip and fall. But

Let's just hope history forgets the snafus.

More than all those people who starved by famine, it was the thought of my mother not remembering what she looked like as a little girl that saddened me.