Quotes About Memory

On ne vit pas seul mais avec une absence.

Parler, c'est risquer d'évoquer Charlotte. Elle se cache derrière chaque mot.

He still felt just as light-headed, and a loop of the scene of the kiss kept playing in his head. It was already a cult film in his memory. Finally he opened the door to his apartment and found his living room much too small in comparison with his appetite for living.

The ceiling in the mess was very low, not even eight feet. You can feel the weight of the West Wing above your head, and with the the weight of American memory.

Death in Love R. Garcia y Robertson

As morning approaches, body temperature rises, then peaks during the day, dips for a time in early afternoon (when many people take siestas), and begins to drop again in the evening. Thinking is sharpest and memory most accurate when we are at our daily peak in circadian arousal. Try pulling an all - nighter or working an occasional night shift. You'll feel groggiest in the middle of the night but may gain new energy when your normal wake - up time arrives.

Experience is a body of memories we use (on purpose or implicitly) to guide us. But we don't experience an event merely by living through it. To experience an event, we must live through and remember it.

What is your name?" Why?" So I can mark your grave...

Drawing things makes them seem more real and makes me feel more alive. It also makes me pin down and remember things - landscapes, season, weather, occasions, incidents, people - that would otherwise have melted from my memory.

A single moment that lasts a lifetime, still poisoning anything I come close to, to this day. Every person I touch.

Twee mensenvlokjes waren we, een kind en zijn moeder, zwevend in het wereldruim, zes volle jaren lang - ze waren in mijn ogen niet meer dan een paar dagen. We waren als een kinderlied, een rijm van daden en van wonderen - totdat heel zacht een zuchtje wind, een vederlichte bries, een wiekslag van een waaier, in de bladeren blies - en het vonnis velde: jij hiernaartoe, hij daarheen - en daarmee was het uit, in honderdduizend scherven.

And this book was an attempt to be with these feelings, also to find a place that will allow both to remember all the time without dying of it and to forget without killing.

Jag vill lära mig att skilja minnet från smärtan. Eller åtminstone delvis, så mycket det är möjligt, för att allt som varit inte ska vara till den grad indränkt i smärta. Då ska jag kunna komma ihåg dig mer, du förstår: jag ska inte frukta varje gång minnets brinnande smärta.

What do people see in me on the first impression? ... Is there any imprint left from the love I knew? A rebirth mark?

The grief was always there, the foundational color of her eyes.

What do people see in me on the first impression? Can they still see what I was until not long ago? Is there any imprint left from the love I knew? A rebirth mark?

Ben remembered that in Italy, he and Rachel had slipped down between rows of apple trees on the plain of the Po, deep into the cool and dark of orchards, and there they had kissed with the sadness of newlyweds who know that their kisses are too poignantly tender and that their good fortune is subject, like all things, to the crush of time, which remorselessly obliterates what is most desired and pervades all that is beautiful.

When the Associated Press picked up the story from local accounts, readers of The Washington Post, the Chicago Tribune, and dozens of other papers around the country learned how, just three years after the Second World War, American citizens were burning books.

Memory is often less about the truth than about what we want it to be.

One reason that Americans as a people became nostalgic about the fifties more than twenty-five years later was not so much that life was better in the fifties (though in some ways it was), but because at the time it had been portrayed so idyllically on television.

HOMEOPATHS. Save money on petrol by filling up at the water pump. Your car will remember the petrol from the previous fill.

The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

His fevered thoughts burrowed through the fog clouding his brain, taking him back to another time and another place, where, as a member of an elite SAS unit and despite a nasty combat wound, he had been forced into a gruelling retreat through