Quotes About Memory

The romantic fragrances of yellowing paper

His name isn't Hurkos. He doesn't remember his name.

Abruptly the jet was shaken by turbulence, and Joanna slumped in the seat, the bracing effect of the memory undone as the aircraft dropped hundreds of feet. From other passengers came small cries and gasps of alarm

When a society erases its past, for whatever reason," she said, "it cannot have a future.

Libby believes that she hears her mother's voice submerged in the louder shriek

in the middle of that highway nineteen years earlier.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility. —James Thurber

eidetic memory

Anyway, the human heart being what it was, those who erased the past would in fact purge only the wisdom and preserve the evils.

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we're old enough to know what death is and realise that sooner or later we'll lose everyone we love. We're never the same. But somehow were all right. We go on

The blow she took from Katie can be forced down a memory hole now that this new offender gives her an opportunity

We ceaselessly examine the bits of wreckage in the surf, as though we can put the past together again, but that's just torturing ourselves.

Once you've loved someone, the love is always there, even after they're gone.

memory serves her, that was the month that Tanner Walsh died.

He was the lord of memory, father of lies and he could meet any challenge.

Needless to say, I had not enjoyed such an exhilarating dream in decades.

Perhaps this wasn't precisely what had been said back in the day, but instead the essence of it translated through fallible memory.

Libby remembers too well what was on her father's laptop.

real father, his only father." I was

Sometimes it takes a lot of distance to be able to fold a piece of your life into a work of fiction.

The internet is the greatest repository of knowledge in history. But when history is kept in electronic files, the internet is also an efficient memory hole, and truths can be erased as easily as untruths can be fact-checked and sold as the new history.

I'm not getting forgetful. I'm not that old. Yet first my slippers, now the door lock.

but nothing can be taken back, not the leaves by the trees, the rain by the clouds. You want to take back the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel remains in the wound, some mud.

On mornings when I hope you forget my name, I walk through the high wet weeds that don't have names either. I do not remember the word dew. I do not remember what I told you with your ear in my teeth.