Quotes About Memory

Just remember you can't put your arms around a memory, so Hug someone you love, today...

Love is like hurting yourself, you get hurt, scared, frightened and most of all the memory of it will not only scare, but scar you for life

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you

Most adults have forgotten what they had to do to survive childhood.

You say you'll never forget me, but the lies have piled up.

Iris giggles again, and there is no difference, Xavier thinks, between the young woman who met Tony in 1950 and the one calling now; the high-spirited 1950 version is still serving people in the grocery shop, even though the shop no longer stands where it did; somehow, each individual moment goes on existing, somewhere.

perfectly in his mind that it felt like a memory. "Who killed her?" he asked quietly. Odilia stared straight ahead, saying nothing. The hymn ended and Whillans raised his hands. "Let us pray.

The mind is constantly trawling through memories to find those that echo our current emotional state. For example, if you feel threatened, the mind instantly digs up memories of when you felt endangered in the past, so that you can spot similarities and find a way of escaping.

Our minds have a bottleneck in the so-called "working memory" that allows us to keep only a few simple things in them at any one time.

You shall be my roots and I will be your shade, though the sun burns my leaves. You shall quench my thirst and I will feed you fruit, though time takes my seed. And when I'm lost and can tell nothing of this earth you will give me hope. And my voice you will always hear. And my hand you will always have. For I will shelter you. And I will comfort you. And even when we are nothing left, not even in death, I will remember you.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

Some say it rings by its own will, that if one arrives in Venice to its great, noble clanging, it is proof of one's Venetian soul, proof the old bell remembers one from some other time.

If no one goes to gravesides anymore, if you won't visit me there no more, I might as well have my ashes in a jam jar and be more mobile.

Amnesia—A specific and significant block of time that has passed but that cannot be accounted for by memory.

At Field Elementary School in Omaha, I'd been the only one in my class to flunk kindergarten; I don't remember why

I swear to God I can't remember when I had a handbag. I know for some woman it's like an eleventh finger and you don't even think about it, even if you change every day. But I can't remember the handbag either. Who can run with a handbag?

Sometimes war stop because you forget why you fight, sometimes you tired of warring, sometimes people who dead come back to you in you sleep and you can't remember them name, and sometimes you come to see that who you supposed to fight not even your enemy

I never miss the country not even once. I hate nostalgia. Nostalgia is not memory and my memory is too damn good for it.

A bad smell, like a good one, can follow you into tomorrow.

Dust hid blood, but not remembrance.

the nation's canonization of Martin King . . . we have sought to remember him by forgetting him.

And my love follows you though the skyless night of the street, like the memory of a dog you once had that died.

Meses más tarde Lourdes Ruiz, la Reina del Albur, se murió de un infarto a poco de haber cumplido 47 años.)

Memory…is not the mechanical recording device people often think it is. Memory is anything but constant, anything but indubitable. It shifts and fades, blooms and dies, steps out for a cigarette and blows tendrils of information and emotion back under the door.