Quotes About Memory

Tre fiammiferi di fila accesi nella notte il primo per vedere tutto il tuo viso il secondo per vedere i tuoi occhi il terzo per vedere la tua bocca e l'oscurità intera per ricordare tutto questo mentre ti stringo tra le braccia.

And of the fact that every vision of the past is a vision of the blind

La rue de la Colonie Est parallèle A la rue de la Providence Et chacune d'elles (Si l'une l'est, n'est-ce pas, l'autre l'est aussi) Perpendiculaire A la rue Bobillot "Sergent du génie mort au Tonkin (1860-1885)" Au 76bis se trouve un ESPACE CANIN

Te voici Sujette à la Mort Etale ton Bien sur le Sol Poches, lettres, photos, paroles, Te voici Sujet en ta Mort. Te voici Corps perdant tout Corps Perdant tes lèvres, tes paroles, Chevelure noire du sol Au bord d'une Mort sans rebord. Ici le présent retenu Que tu ne tiendras pas, que tu Laisses continuer sa cible. Là ma mémoire sans projet Sans impossibles, sans possibles, Dont ta Mort est l'autre Sujet.

It's a dreadful assertion to make that once the war is over, the lesson learned, the conclusion drawn lies anywhere but in the verdict 'slaughter'. The dead are very quickly forgotten. But it's extraordinary - and a good thing too - how we're bested by them in this respect.

La memoria es una espía que se aloja en mi cabeza y cumple órdenes del enemigo.

Me acuerdo de ti a cada instante, pero tú eres imposible y no estoy triste

Es que hacemos las cosas sólo para recordarlas? ¿Es que vivimos sólo para tener memoria de nuestra vida? Porque sucede que hasta la esperanza es memoria y que el deseo es el recuerdo de lo que ha de venir.

Me he tomado también tu taza de café. Ya casi no tengo azúcar pero me acordé que a ti te gusta amargo. Sabe muy feo, cómo ésta soledad. Cómo éste estar deseándote a todas horas.

there is no greater way I can think of to honor those people who've died than to tell their story ...

often a thing that is ugly is ugly in itself, and often a thing that is ugly is only a thing that is forgotten, kept from view and kept from memory, and often a thing that is ugly is not only a definition of beauty itself but also renders beauty as something beyond words or beyond any kind of description.

The photograph of my brother that is in this album shows a young man, beautiful and perfect in the way of young people, for young people are always perfect and beautiful until they are not, until the moment they just are not.

I liked that sentence then and I like that sentence now but then I had no way of making any sense of it, I could only keep it in my mind's eye, where it rested and grew in the embryo that would become my imagination

Do you know why people like me are shy about being capitalists? Well, its because we, for as long as we have known you, were capital, like bales of cotton and sacks of sugar, and you were commanding, cruel capitalists, and the memory of this so strong, the experience so recent, that we can't quite bring ourselves to embrace this idea that you think so much of.

This was an incident no one ever told my brother, an incident that everyone else in my family has forgotten, except me. One day during his illness, when my mother and I were standing over him, looking at him—he was asleep and so didn't know we were doing so—I reminded my mother of the ants almost devouring him and she looked at me, her eyes narrowing in suspicion, and she said, "What a memory you have!"—perhaps the thing she most dislikes about me.

è necessario vivere più a lungo di chi potrebbe dire qualcosa sul nostro conto, per non lasciargli l'ultima parola (76).

Something settiled inside me, something heavy and hard. It stayed there, and i could not think of one thing to make it go away. I thought, So this must be living, this must be the beginning of the time people later refer to as 'years ago, when I was young'.

The dead are dead but they rely on us to fulfill their hopes.

Every act of reading is an act of forgetting: the experience of reading is a palimpsest, in which each text partially covers those that came before. Those books that allow us to forget the most are accorded he authority of the classic.

I can read them now, he reflected. I even know how to say "Sturkeys." But he thought it best not to say so; he remembered how his father had said, "Don't you brag," and he had been puzzled and rather stupid in school for several days, because of the stern tone in his voice. What was bragging? It was bad.

la fede c'entra con la realtà quando cambia l'io nella sua mossa dentro la realtà; e in questo senso la fede si chiama memoria.

Allora, come lo si guarda? Lo si guarda guardando il permanere della sua persona nel tempo e nello spazio, cioè la memoria di Lui. Si chiama memoria il contenuto tangibile, sensibile, visibile di una cosa che è incominciata nel passato e rimane anche adesso.

Carnal, rocks remember when they were mountains.' They stared at the rocks in the garden. 'And what do mountains remember?' 'When they were ocean floors.' Big Angel, Zen master.

It was 1965, and he felt he had already lived a hundred years.