Quotes About Memory

Plotseling omhuiverde Lucius de heilige vrees voor Wat Is Geweest. En kwam hem klein voor, zijn eigen leven en leed...

O, laat het verleden herinnering zijn, heilige herinneringen, goudene herinneringen, maar zie nu aan het heden! O, laat het heden je troosten, het heden, klein, nederig en arm.

History is the propaganda of the victors.

No memory is ever alone it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.

It is only when memory is filtered through imagination that the films we make will have real depth.

I'm thinking about the cat dying, Dulcie and her knife against my throat, Mrs Irvin and her St Thomas bone... But never my sister. A brother rarely thinks about his sister.

En zij dacht aan hem zoals iemand na het onweer aan de bloempotten denkt, die buiten op de vensterbank stonden.

Life is just a frame in astronomical sense, yet it is remembered mostly by those around you, so be a good person and take a great picture.

The Olympic Spirit is like the wind. You don't see it coming or going but you hear its voice. You feel the power of its presence. You enjoy the results of its passing. And then it becomes a memory, an echo of days of glory.

It felt like a first date. Vega had never been on a first date. She could not remember sleeping with someone she hadn't been in a fistfight with first.

O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart.

You pile up associations the way you pile up bricks. Memory itself is a form of architecture.

Once a thing is forgotten, it's forgotten until next time. Then you find to your surprise that a lot of things you thought were essential aren't essential at all. It's very enlightening.

The dead don't bother haunting graveyards- they are the last place on earth they need to haunt. The living do that job for them with their messy combination of grief, desire, imagination. There is nothing in this cemetery. It's just an empty field.

WHEN SOMEBODY GOES AWAY THERE'S THINGS YOU WANT TO TELL THEM. WHEN SOMEBODY DIES MAYBE THAT'S THE WORST THING. YOU WANT TO TELL THEM THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER.

The past only exists in our minds and in the way we choose to look at it in our minds.

All those stars in that big streak that goes over the whole sky? You see them? Those are all the Jews who've died. All of them died and went up in the air, and the stars are the stars that they wore on their coats. The stars on the coats come off when their souls float up and the stars live up in the sky forever.

She lay still and tried to fish the name out of the water of memory that flooded her mind, but it was no use.

That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad.

while forgetting the past might condemn people to repeat it, remembering it too vividly condemned them to never leave.

Wait, Armand, he heard behind him but kept walking, ignoring the calls. Then he remembered what Emile had meant to him and still did. Did this one bad thing wipe everything else out? That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad. But not today. Gamache stopped.

Like a first love, the place where peace is first found is never, ever forgotten.

The terror of falling asleep knowing that on waking she'd relive the loss, like Prometheus bound and tormented each day. Everything had changed. Even her grammar. Suddenly she lived in the past tense. And the singular.

Not everything buried is actually dead. For many, the past is alive.