Quotes About Memory

Although Albertine existed in my memory only in the states in which she had appeared successively during her life, that is, subdivided into a series of temporal fractions, my thoughts, restoring her unity, reconstituted her as a person, and it is on this person that I wanted to form an overall judgment, to know whether she had lied, whether she had loved women, and whether it was in order to be free to frequent them that she had left me.

And perhaps the resurrection of the soul after death is to be conceived as a phenomenon of memory.

For with the perturbations of memory are linked the intermittencies of the heart.

this early Swann in whom I can distinguish the charming mistakes of my childhood, and who, incidentally, is less like his successor than he is like the other people I knew at that time, as though one's life were a series of galleries in which all the portraits of any one period had a marked family likeness, the same (so to speak) tonality

La muraille de l'escalier où je vis monter le reflet de sa bougie n'existe plus depuis longtemps. En moi aussi bien des choses ont été détruites que je croyais devoir durer toujours, et de nouvelles se sont édifiées, donnant naissance à des peines et à des joies nouvelles que je n'aurais pu prévoir alors, de même que les anciennes me sont devenues difficiles à comprendre.

At last, in Albertine walking with the lady in gray down the little street that led to the bath-house, I saw before my eyes a fragment of that past which seemed to me no less mysterious and terrifying than I had feared when I imagined it enclosed within Albertine's eyes and within her memories.

Even when one is no longer interested in things, it is still something to have been interested in them; because it was always for reasons which other people did not grasp. The memory of those sentiments is, we feel, to be found only in ourselves; we must go back into ourselves to study it.

Self-interest implicit in not being wrong in our pre-judgment limits the time we shall remember it and encourages us to believe we never indulged in it.

Marcel retrospectively remembers moments of anxious anticipation just as he imagines in advance moments when he will have forgotten what he is now feeling. For in fact we negotiate with the memory of our emotions, as much as, if not more than, with our raw emotions themselves.

Do not be surprised,' she said. 'It is I, and it is not I; You shall find me again, and you shall lose me; Once more shall I come among you; for few men have seen me, and none has understood me; And you shall forget me, and you shall recognize me, and you shall forget me.

No juegues con los muertos y no acaricies sus rostros. No te rías de ellos y no los llores; olvídalos. No te fíes de las cosas pasadas. No te pongas a construir bellos ataúdes para los momentos pasados: piensa en matar los momentos que vendrán. Desconfía de todos los cadáveres. No abraces a los muertos: pues ahogan a los vivos.

Nada te asombre por comparación con el recuerdo; asómbrate de todo por la novedad de la ignorancia.

Love last one single perfect moment; the rest is merely reminiscence of what has already happened, but the single moment can be enough to make sense of more than one life.

some trace and leaves some trace of himself—or herself—at any location visited. So

Ma ancora una volta si ripete che l'unico passato reale è quello che perdura nella memoria e che l'unica perdurabile memoria è la scrittura. [...] Forse la letteratura, forse la mia letteratura, rettifica, non svolge altra missione che quella di perfezionare il passato affinché l'avvenire si riprometta di non essere da meno (196).

He who has a vehement desire for posthumous fame does not consider that every one of those who remember him will himself also die very soon.

Just as the sand-dunes, heaped one upon another, hide each the first, so in life the former deeds are quickly hidden by those that follow after.

The best way to keep good acts in memory is to refresh them with new.

Alzheimer's was far more terrifying than death.

Everything had a sweetness these days, a golden glow like he was watching his own life in some sun-faded movie print.

bullet missing your head by an inch, you never forget

I might have been normal but if I was I cannot remember that time.

to be remembered in the heart of a loved one is to live forever

That is how the dead survive: they live in our memories, and some of the times that is a good thing and beautiful, and other times it is not good, and then the dead are like a virus in the blood, an infection of the mind. Then,