Quotes About Memory

Historians are gossips who tease the dead.

To the living we owe respect, but to the dead we owe only the truth.

We never truly forget the things that have passed out of our lives. We merely move further away from them in time, until they become either less important than they actually were or more profound than we might have ever imagined. Had

One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.

Man is in love and loves what vanishes.

He kept barking until the car turned a corner. Some dogs are like that. They start barking and then they just don't stop, even if they have forgotten why they were barking in the first place.

Experiences that don't involve touching, seeing, or feeling actual results, such as being presented with an abstract sheet of numbers, are shown to be non-impactful and easily forgotten.

By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

Though the great artists of the past could not change the course of history, it is only through their work that we are able to break bread with the dead, and without communion with the dead a fully human life is impossible.

Man is a history-making creature who can neither repeat his past nor leave it behind.

Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead.

Now the leaves are falling fast, Nurse's flowers will not last, Nurses to their graves are gone, But the prams go rolling on.

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

Some books are undeservedly forgotten, none are undeservedly remembered

Much unhappiness results from our inability to remember the nice things that happen to us.

The dead will think the living are worth it we will knowWho we areAnd we will all enlist again.

You came back to us in a dream and we were not here.

Like shadowsof the plumbingthat is all that is leftof the great city.

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day.

We keep asking where they have gone those years we remember and we reach for them like hands in the night

What you remember saves you.

Americans thus proved themselves ready to remember an idealized version of the men who had fought the war while forgetting the actual people. At least in the minds of the politicians and the general public, the veterans represented a demographic small enough to forget. Such a mind-set has made the costs of the war, perhaps the experience of war itself, difficult for the United States to fully grasp.

We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; And what if excess of love Bewildered them till they died?

Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little. 1893. II