Quotes About Memory

Anche ricordare il male può essere un piacere quando il male è mescolato non dico al bene ma al vario, al mutevole, al movimentato, insomma a quello che posso pure chiamare il bene e che è il piacere di vedere le cose a distanza e di raccontarle come ciò che è passato.

Memory is redundant: it repeats signs so that the city can begin to exist.

They have known her since she was a girl, they know everything there is to know about her, some of them may have been involved with her, now water under the bridge, over and done with; in other words, there is a veil of other images that settles on her image and blurs it, a weight of memories that keep me from seeing her as a person seen for the first time, other people's memories suspended like the smoke under the lamps.

It is only when they have the photos before their eyes that they seem to take tangible possession of the day they spent, only then that the mountain stream, the movement of the child with his pail, the glint of the sun on the wife's legs, take on the irrevocability of what has been and can no longer be doubted. Everything else can drown in the unreliable shadow of memory.

Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased.

Egli sapeva che del viaggio poco si ricorda. Passano fisionomie e s'accumulano confuse in un cantuccio della memoria, diventando collettività, nazioni, sessi, mai individui. Come nel sogno, ch'era tanto difficile da ricordare, perché piombava dalla notte oscura in un lapo di magnesio in cui s'agitavano cose e persone.

Pare che ricordare non sia una vera azione. Il ricodo lo si subisce immobile. Chi ricorda e chi è ricordato s'immobilizzano.

Pare che ricordare non sia una vera azione. Il ricordo lo si subisce immobile. Chi ricorda e chi è ricordato s'immobilizzano.

When will you discover that it would be a good idea to memorize your life, even the large part of it that will revolt you?

If you learn something slowly, you forget it slowly. If you learn something very quickly, you forget it immediately.

She came to the ranch on one of the first pale chilly days of an autumn, hired to cook for us for a few months, and stayed on in our lives for almost three years. Her time with us is a strange season all mist and dusk and half-seen silhouettes, half-heard cries. there is nothing like it in the sortings of my memory.

EVEN WHEN IT STANDS VACANT THE PAST IS NEVER EMPTY.

The past casts a tricky shadow

Remembered joy is twice sweet.

a vision from when they were young and unmarred by what lay ahead of them in life. Memory does that, unerring as a spotlight.

Any significant input that is received in your brain triggers neural activity that cannot simply be erased or deleted as though it never happened.

Životna snaga jednog ?oveka meri se, pored ostalog, i njegovom sposobnoš?u zaboravljanja.

Zaborav sve le?i, a pesma je najlepši na?in zaborava, jer u pesmi se ?ovek se?a samo onoga što voli.

Even if I now saw you only once, I would long for you through worlds, worlds.

Things I Want Decided Which shouldn't exist in this world, the one who forgets or the one who is forgotten? Which is better, to love one who has died or not to see each other when you're alive? Which is better, the distant lover you long for or the one you see daily without desire? Which is the least unreliable among fickle things — the swift rapids, a flowing river, or this human world?

Lakkaako kerran olemassaoloni, vai muistanenko viime tapaamisemme maailman tuolle puolen?

Ik ben de enige die al de vrouwen die ze geweest is in haar kan zien. Soms raak ik haar dan aan, raak ik ze allemaal tegelijk even zachtjes aan.

Na die tocht leken zijn herinneringen meer op verzinsels dan op feiten, zei hij en hij was verbitterd omdat de wereld veranderd was en geen rekening met zijn verleden en zijn gemis had gehouden.

Een verlangen was het om alles waar zij naar keek in je op te zuigen, om niets te vergeten, geen moment van deze wereld die haar wereld was geworden: koel, helder, ondoorgrondelijk.