Quotes About Memory

The truth is, she has no idea how many have died at her hands. It's like counting the number of times you've had sex. Maybe you can remember the first fifty. After that, everything becomes a blur.

Frank verbuchte diese Information in der Kategorie »Unnötiges Wissen« und versuchte dann, in Ohnmacht zu fallen.

The material in this book was compiled from tape recordings, from the rich store of memory of J. B. West, and from his extensive personal files. To prepare for interviewing Mr. West, I read the following books, as a background on White House history. I am also grateful to James R. Ketchum, a true White House historian, for his assistance in research and preparation of the manuscript.

Novel-writing can be a cold-blooded business. One uses whatever happens to be lying around in memory and employs it to suit one's end….Then, again, during the months whilst one is writing about the past, a story is colored by what presently is happening to its writer. So, imperceptibly, the tone of voice changes, original intentions slip away. And I found myself looking through another window at a darker landscape inhabited by neither the present nor the past.

But that goes for most of us, doesn't it? We look blankly at each other. Here I am, here you are. What are we doing here? What do you suppose it's all about? Let's dream on. Yes, that's my Dad and Mum over there on the piano top. My eldest boy is on the mantel piece...I go to work at eight and come home at five-thirty. When I retire they will give me a clock--with my name engraved on the back. Now you know all about me. Go away: I've forgotten you already.

Summertime! And summertime in my early twenties! And in love! No, better than that - secretly in love, coddling it up in myself. It's an odd feeling, coming rarely more than once in most of our lifetimes. In books, as often as not, they represent it as a sort of anguish but it wasn't so for me. Later perhaps, but not then.

La mémoire d'un enfant exagère les distances et les hauteurs.

It was so long in the past that it should not have mattered, but it did. It did. Once he had realized that these words and words like them were the truth, once they had broken through his defensive barrier of denial, then they became a part of him, burning their way into his soul.

The more you know about something, the more you're able to see when you look at it, the more you can remember about it, and the less tied you will be to following a mindless series of steps in working with what you know.

It's just how human beings are built. Two thousand years later, why do we know the name of Judas and not the soldier who nailed Christ to the cross? In

Todos éramos expertos en idealizar lugares, y tras el 11 de septiembre sólo nos quedaba un sitio que idealizar, un sitio que nunca podría desilusionarnos: el pasado.

Like nothing else, words organized my world, put order to chaos, divided things neatly into black and white. Words even helped me organize my parents. My mother was the printed word—tangible, present, real—while my father was the spoken word—invisible, ephemeral, instantly part of memory. There was something comforting about this rigid symmetry.

Time is a thief, but he's not subtle. He's a thug. And youth is a little old lady walking through the park with a pocketbook full of cash. You want to avoid being like youth? You want to keep time from robbing you? Hold on for dear life, boys. When time tries to snatch something from you, just grab tighter. Don't let go. That's what memory is. Not letting go.

It takes just as many men to build a sturdy man, son, as it does to build a tower. You will look back on this time and remember remarkably little of it, excpt the extent to which I tried or did not try.

Also, Willie, I dig telling the truth. Words can be twisted but a photo never lies. Sutton laughs. What's funny? Photographer says. Nothing. Except—that's pure horseshit kid. I can't think of anything that lies more than a photo. In fact every photo is a dirty stinking lie because it's a frozen moment—and time can't be frozen. Some of the biggest lies I've ever run across have been photos. Some of them were of me.

The wisdom of the past becomes the bridge to the future, like the rising and setting of the Sun in a continuous motion of ageless beauty. Healing becomes the understanding of a calm spirit, connecting the memory of our ancestors and all living things, experiencing a sense of oneness in the energy-flow of choice and presence through unity of mind, body,

love we give and receive is all that matters and all that is remembered. Suffering disappears - love remains

Memory is the diary that we all carry around with us. Oscar Wilde

so every time you bring up that memory, you bring with it all the feelings and emotions you had at that time.

A Touch of Comfort On the darkest night of my life, God made sure I wasn't alone. It not only brought me comfort that night, but the memory brings comfort every time I start to feel despair. On the darkest night God will shine a light. -Beth Arvin

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. Thomas Campbell

The insignia would be meaningless to all but a few people, most of whom were dead. See you soon, boys.

He treasured his last visit with her, when, in a moment of lucidity, she'd recognized her only son, reminding him of Gideon's mission in Judges. "You've always been one of the few, James. Keep watching the horizon.

She wasn't actually a girl you'd turn around and look at again, and remember, I suppose; she wasn't actually pretty, I guess you'd have to say. But after I'd talked to her a few times, and had a Coke date once, when I ran into her downtown-then she was pretty.