Quotes About Memory

There's things that happen in a person's life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there's no forgetting them. John Boyne April 28, 1789: The real-life mutiny that inspired John Boyne's novel, Mutiny on the Bounty, took place aboard the HMS Bounty 224 years ago today. Half the ship's crew, seduced by several months of good life on Tahiti, rose up against Captain William Bligh. Some of the mutineers' descendants still live on Pitcairn Island

It was … difficult at first,' he said. 'I am a person. But I seemed to forget in time …' 'Forget what?' 'That they were people too.

My mother was Evelin's Hartford," said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. "So you know, she simply adored chairs.

Le hizo comprender que era posible que el tiempo siguiera su curso, pero que las ideas de algunas personas quedarían enquistadas para siempre.

Fences such as the one at the heart of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas still exist; it is unlikely that they will ever fully disappear. But whatever reaction you have to this story, I hope that the voices of Bruno and Shmuel will continue to resonate with you as they have with me. Their lost voices must continue to be heard; their untold stories must continue to be recounted. For they represent the ones who didn't live to tell their stories themselves.

This deficiency would be scorched into our future like an ill-considered tattoo.

Don't we all hope for some form of immortality? We might not be able to breathe forever but there are other ways to stay alive.

The novel was written by Anshel Bronstein, the boy who had lived in the flat below him as a child. Of course, he remembered, he had wanted to be a writer. It seemed that his ambition had come true.

Tell a story often enough and it becomes the truth.

Wann bist du in Aus-Wisch angekommen? fragte Bruno. [...] Ich glaube, ich war schon immer hier sagte er schließlich leise. Bist du hier aufgewachsen? Nein, sagte Pavel und schüttelte den Kopf. Nein, das nicht.

I won't be coming back, she replied, taking the ticket from his hands and placing it carefully in her purse, for she had a sense that this might be an item that would be worth holding on to, a paper memory with the date of the beginning of her new life stamped across it in heavy black ink.

It is some bit of my father I keep not seeing. I cannot remember years of my childhood. Some parts of me I cannot find now.… Is there enough left of me now to be honest?…

I agree with John Holt that the true test of intelligence is not what you know or can regurgitate from memory on an exam. It's not what you know how to do, but "what you do when you don't know what to do." Harold Gardner has convincingly shown that we have eight or nine different kinds of intelligence. Unfortunately we only measure literacy and mathematical intelligence for our IQ.

Any time a new experience resembles the earlier traumatic experience, the original emotions are triggered and the original anchor is fired.

You have no memories of painful events of your childhood; you have a split personality; you depersonalize; you can't remember people's names or even the people you were with two years ago. You are out of touch with your body and your feelings.

Time entails memory, memory entails conscience, conscience entails thought for the future, which is itself implied by the existence of time.

Times slows when your life is in danger. Every second takes a minute to pass, and even the smallest event gets chiseled into memory. (95)

life is not an echo, endlessly returning the past to us so that we might read and reread in its fading variations the meanings we cannot keep ourselves from wanting.

Break a person's heart and you become a kind of amnesiac killer. All the empathy you possess is momentarily held in abeyance while you address yourself wholeheartedly to your own emotional survival. You're just doing what you have no choice but to do. You're just living. Then it's over, and standing amid the wreckage of your life you remember.

Any married man should forget his mistakes—there's no use in two people remembering the same thing.

People don't remember what we think is important; they remember what they think is important.

This is true. What a man is survives him. It can

Me encanta este chiste: «¿Cuántas personas se necesitan para cambiar un foco?» Respuesta: «Cuatro. Una para cambiar el foco, y tres para hacer reminiscencias de cuán bueno era el foco viejo».

But what price do you put on a great memory?