Quotes About Memory

It's said (truly) that most women forget the pain of childbirth; I think that we all forget the pain of being a child at school for the first time, the sheer ineptitude, as though you'll never learn to mark out your own space. It's double shaming - shaming to REMEMBER as well, to fee so sorry for your scabby little self back there in small people's purgatory.

He seemed to be having trouble remembering the steps, for he was pumping my arm and counting under his breath (one, two, three), and his breath smelled like the open maws of the pub cellars that grapes on Whitchurch pavements on delivery day. Beer.

Latin [...], it was the sign of being able to detach yourself from here and now, abstract your understanding of words, train your memory and live solitary in your head with only books for company. So it was meant to be hard, but I found it wonderfully easy, for just these reasons. I fell in love with Latin.

A pity we cannot pick and choose what we remember.

I'd have never thought that remembering would bring with it far more trouble than forgetting.

at the end she'd be nothing more than a memory, if that.

I want to see you again," Greystone said quietly. "I'm not certain that's wise. We are of different worlds, Your Grace. In yours, I am but one night and in mine you are destined to be merely a memory.

When she packed up to leave, she knew that she was saying goodbye to something important, which was not that bad, in a way, because it meant that at least you had said hello to it to begin with...

I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.

By the time we got back to his house, Grandpa couldn't reproduce the two signs he'd learned, but he hurried inside to describe to my grandmother how he'd tried.

I remember things that happened sixty years ago, but if you ask me where I left my car keys five minutes ago, that's sometimes a problem.

Just because you remember somebody real good doesn't mean they remember you back.

Tout ce qui fut sera pour peu qu'on s'en souvienne

De si loin qu'on se souvînt, la vie avait cette couleur d'habitude

Un beau soir l'avenir s'appelle le passé C'est alors qu'on se tourne et qu'on voit sa jeunesse.

La tête ailleurs et le cÅ"ur dans un autre siècle déjà...

Yes, I have forgotten your eyes so much so that seeing them again leaves me indifferent on that point. Indifferent... oh no, words no more express love than they do the death of love.

On sacrifie plus aisément, l'avenir incertain que le souvenir assuré. L'homme redoute le risque.

When he spoke his voice had a curious softness that I did not remember having heard before, like a sigh after the passage of some terrible pain.

Maybe when I'm dead, I'll be forgiven, but I'm afraid I'll also be forgotten.

There are times," I declared, "when I believe the dead haunt us because we love them too little. We forget them, you see; we don't mean to, but we do.

So as not to be murdered twice over. "Other times," I continued, "I believe we love them too much. And as a consquence they are never free to depart, because we carry them, our most deeply beloved, within ourselves. Never dead, never silent, never appeased.

I have a crazy amount of different jobs, so the way I manage that is to not do more than one at a time. It's like old computers that had small memory chips, they would do something called swapping, where they would fill the memory with one task, do it and get it out.

Hij begreep niet waarom hij zoo oud moest worden, terwijl de dingen zoo langzaam voorbij gingen, stille voorbij, maar zóo slepend, als waren ze, de dingen van vroeger, spoken, die slierden heel lange sluiers langs heel lange paden, en als ritselden de sluiers over de warrelende bladeren, die neêrdwarrelden over het pad.