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Quotes About Memory

Imagining something is better than remembering something
~ John Irving
Your memory is a monster; you forget -it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!
~ John Irving
Okay," I said. I still have that photograph, though I don't like remembering any part of the day Carlton Delacorte died.
~ John Irving
She was intimidating to me in the way someone who never remembers your name can be intimidating. 'In this world,' Franny once observed, 'just when you're trying to think of yourself as memorable, there is always someone who forgets that they've met you.
~ John Irving
I remember you as a little boy," she told me, not long ago, "but when I look at you now, I don't know who you are." I told her I occasionally had the same feeling about myself.
~ John Irving
The past was where he lived most confidently, and with the surest sense of knowing who he was—not only as a novelist.
~ John Irving
You think you have a memory; but it has you! Later
~ John Irving
And when you love a book, commit one glorious sentence of it, -perhaps your favorite sentence- to memory. That way you won't forget the language of the story that perhaps moved you to tears.
~ John Irving
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice—not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.
~ John Irving
Idiot Wind." Jack would always remember that song.)
~ John Irving
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice—not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.
~ John Irving
it is history that holds you accountable, and I've already expressed my opinion that Americans are not big on history. How many of them even remember their own, recent history? Was twenty years ago so long ago for Americans?
~ John Irving
In this world," Franny once observed, "just when you're trying to think of yourself as memorable, there is always someone who forgets that they've met you.
~ John Irving
What wouldn't you believe when you were four, and your mom was the manager of your so-called memories?
~ John Irving
Imaginer les choses vaut mieux que se les rappeler », avait écrit Garp.
~ John Irving
Even if there is only death after death (after death), be grateful for small favors—sometimes there is birth after sex, for example. And, if you are very fortunate, sometimes there is sex after birth! Oh yeth, as Alice Fletcher would have said. And if you have life, said Garp's eyes, there is hope you'll have energy. And never forget, there is memory
~ John Irving
Das Leben ist leider nicht so gebaut wie ein guter, altmodischer Roman. Vielmehr endet es, wenn sich diejenigen, die sich erschöpfen sollen, erschöpft haben. Alles, was bleibt, ist die Erinnerung.
~ John Irving
Everyone has a history, Jack.
~ John Irving
and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you! Later, I would remember everything.
~ John Irving
I remember when you kissed me, he wrote to Dr. Larch. I wasn't really asleep. Yes, thought Dr. Larch, I remember that, too. He rested in the dispensary. Why didn't I kiss him more-why not all the time?
~ John Irving
We was at Sharpsburg. Charlie still is.
~ John Jakes
Here lies one whose name was writ on water.
~ John Keats
Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, What can I do to kill it and be free?
~ John Keats
This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood, So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd. See, here it is-- I hold it towards you.
~ John Keats