Quotes About Memory

When you're twenty, love is like a fever, it makes you almost delirious. When it's over you can hardly remember how it happened...Fire in the blood, how quickly it burns itself out.

Memories of the past would return to us more often if only we sought them out, sought their intense sweetness. But we let them slumber within us, and worse, we let them die, rot, so much so that the generous impulses that sweep through our souls when we are twenty we later call naive, foolish…Our purest, most passionate loves take on the depraved appearance of sordid pleasure.

Ci sono certe cose, nel cuore, che non muoiono, e gli amori della prima infanzia sono gli amori più forti.

You said, "Suffer through privation, But don't lose your honor." See—my memory is certain. You're pleased I've learned that saying? Must I shoulder now a burden Of despair this springtime? Send your blessing down, my darlings.

As the Nobel laureate Elie Wiesel warned years ago, to forget a holocaust is to kill twice.

The Rape of Nanking did not penetrate the world consciousness in the same manner as the Holocaust or Hiroshima because the victims themselves had remained silent.

The spoken word vanished with the wind. Likewise, the unrecorded life disappears as if it never existed.

Books are the ultimate way for writers to reach immortality.

There are several important lessons to be learned from Nanking, and one is that civilization itself is tissue-thin.

And maps can really point to places Where life is evil now: Nanking; Dachau. —WILLIAM C. KIRBY, Professor of Modern Chinese History and Chairman of the Department of History

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

A scholar's ink lasts longer than a martyr's blood.

A good storyteller is a person who has a good memory and hopes other people haven't.

A pretty girl is like a melody That haunts you night and day.

The song is ended,But the melody lingers on.

On croit que j'imagine — ce n'est pas vrai — je me souviens. [They say I imagine — it is not true — I remember.]

We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle; easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we would still live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan.

There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough.

All writers are the same - they forget a thousand good reviews and remember one bad one.

Nothing so precious as memory, nothing so useless.

No matter how carefully records are kept and filed and computerized, they grow fuzzy with time. Stories grow by accretion. Tales accumulate--like dust. The longer the time lapse, the dustier the history--until it degenerates into fables.

[John] Dalton's records, carefully preserved for a century, were destroyed during the World War II bombing of Manchester. It is not only the living who are killed in war.

Dalton's records, carefully preserved for a century, were destroyed during the World War II bombing of Manchester. It is not only the living who are killed in war.

Wherever he went he left footprints so firm that nobody could later efface or blur them, not even he himself, when on rare occasions he was tempted to do so.