Quotes About Memory

Remember the time Pamela stuffed a bead up her nose and we had to take her to the emergency room to get it out? That bead cost us a fortune.

She kept thinking about their meal at Zorba's. The recipes were the same as they'd been years ago, but the experience wasn't.

John F. Kennedy is reported to have said that we can forgive our enemies but we shouldn't forget their names.

We have to remember this," Parvana said. "When things get better and we grow up, we have to remember that there was a day when we were kids when we stood in a graveyard and dug up bones to sell so that our families could eat.

Grandmother was gone. The house was gone. Green Valley was gone.

We have to remember this," Parvana said. "When things get better and we grow up, we have to remember that there was a day when we were kids when we stood in a graveyard and dug up bones to sell so that our families could eat. Will anyone believe us? No. But we will know it happens

You will find that the past is still very much alive down here.

The hardest memories are the pieces of what might have been.

Ho! Wise men say, 'He who hath not a good and ready memory should never meddle in telling lies.' Drew smiled. I have a good and ready memory.

Each minute bursts in the burning room, The great globe reels in the solar fire, Spinning the trivial and unique away. (How all things flash! How all things flare!) What am I now that I was then? May memory restore again and again The smallest color of the smallest day: Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.

What will become of you and me (This is the school in which we learn ...) Besides the photo and the memory? (... that time is the fire in which we burn.) Avid its rush, that reeling blaze! Where is my father and Eleanor? Not where are they now, dead seven years, But what they were then? No more? No more?

Pithy sentences are like sharp nails which force truth upon our memory.

We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves.

To rot under marble or to rot under earth is still to rot.

That world! These days it's all been erased and they've rolled it up like a scroll and put it away somewhere. Yes, I can touch it with my fingers. But where is it?

I note that I've lived longer in the past now, than I can expect to live in the future. I have more to remember than I have to look forward to. Memory fades, not much of the past stays, and I wouldn't mind forgetting more of it.

The Past just left. Its remnants, I claim, are mostly fiction. We're stranded here with the threadbare patchwork of memory, you with yours, I with mine.

I felt the cancelled life dreaming after me. Yes, a ghost. A vestige. Something remaining.

It wasn't that she expected to be known by all the bank's employees; it was just that she had been lovely once, and had never really believed that time would make her faceless.

You can't burgulate a forgotten, empty house," he said, horrified at my stupidity.

I don't remember what I said to them. I remember loneliness crushing first my lungs. Then my heart. Then my balls.

I note that I've lived longer in the past, now, than I can expect to live in the future. I have more to remember than I have to look forward to. Memory fades, not much of the past stays, and I wouldn't mind forgetting a lot more of it.

How could I tell you about it? It was a dream. It didn't make any fucking sense, man. But I do remember it.

I will be gone, but I will miss you if I'm still able to miss anything, that is, if some particle of me remains and some particle of you.