Quotes About Memory

But he photographs, they were irreplaceable. How should you determine the financial worth of a memory, one that looks at you, makes the world stop turning and takes your breath...

You can remember when you look at them." "Remember?" "Aurelia," he says. "To speak the name is to make live again.

I read somewhere that we never completely forget a thing, that there are the imprints of everything we've ever seen or done, all of these tiny details at the bottoms of our minds, like pebbles and weeds that never surface from a river bottom.

If I don't like the way something unfolds, I reimagine it the way I'd rather have seen it happen.Memory doesn't dictate truth.

That's the thing about interviews, at some point you're going to change your mind. But it's there forever and you can't escape it.

we know that repeated practice changes the brain

The one good thing about having emotions was that it accelerated the repair process for my memory storage. (The bad thing about having emotions is, you know, OH SHIT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME.)

I'll give you one more answer. The words Bashasa spoke to me before he died were 'Don't let everything we fought for be for nothing.

they still had to tell me about what had caused the latest fight. (I don't remember what it was, I deleted it from my memory as soon as I could get out of the room.)

I went up on ART's control deck where it was quiet. It felt familiar in a good way, so I pulled the memory of my first time aboard so I could compare it. It was better without ART threatening to destroy my brain.

It was giving me the etymology of the gesture as I sat down. You would think a SecUnit who had been shot to pieces multiple times, blown up, memory purged, and once partially dismantled by accident wouldn't be on the verge of panic under these circumstances. You'd be wrong.

Okay, so. Good news: I'm not having some kind of memory or system crash, this was really ART. Bad news: what the fuck?

But this wasn't a memory ghost/hallucination, which meant it was still a statistically unlikely coincidence, and that was Ã¢â'¬Â¦ statistically unlikely.

The greatest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

Though the loved one has died, the memory, the sense of the person's presence, has not—nor the possibility, after a while, of taking continuing joy not only in the reminiscences from the past, but in the extension of the person's spirit into our ongoing lives.

Has it ever happened to you...? The color of the day suddenly changes to shadow. And you know you're going to remember that moment for the rest of your life.

When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable

Critical voices have to care about history. We have to care about the way in which things get controlled in the past because that's when the damage gets done and if we don't keep that historical memory, we will allow them to do it again next time.

How easily, without noticing, a man finds himself parallel to the life he meant to have, then arrives, years later, to find the band gone, flowers dead, love past.

deeds," Stanley remembered later.

MEMORY is an odd thing. I can always remember to perfection a mass of unimportant details.

When people cry, it creates a "bookmark" in their brains—it is a moment, or experience, they are unlikely to forget.

student Theaetetus to imagine the mind as a block of wax "on which we stamp what we perceive or conceive." Whatever is impressed upon the wax, Socrates said, we remember and know, provided the image remains in the wax, but "whatever is obliterated or cannot be impressed, we forget and do not know."1 A metaphor so suggestive and widespread that we still say that an experience "made an impression.

Your writings and head are disordered and mixed up, so that it is exceedingly annoying to read and difficult to remember what you write.