Quotes About Memory

Thus although Nebuchadnezzar no longer remembered his dream, yet he could not forget the impression it made.

In accusing me of being a damnable sinner, you are cutting your own throat, Satan. You are reminding me of God's fatherly goodness toward me, that He so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. In calling me a sinner, Satan, you really comfort me above measure." With such heavenly cunning we are to meet the devil's craft and put from us the memory of sin.

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

There must be people who remember World War II and the Holocaust who can help us get out of this rut.

Death comes in a flash, and that's the truth of it, the person's gone in less than 24 frames of film.

Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?

You lost the plot again, where you are now ain't clear, It's a misty morning memory, the road that took you here Alabama 3, 'You Don't Dance To Techno Anymore' Album: Exile on Coldharbour Lane, 1997

Non Omnis Moriar. I shall not altogether die. Horace (65 BC-8 BC)

Keep the story alive," he said. "Memory cheats death.

Caminó hacia el taxi erguido, algo envarado, metido en la prisión de un cuerpo que le estaba traicionando mientras su mente, sus recuerdos, su arte y su voz extraordinaria poseían aún la frescura de las sábanas limpias.

How ironic she thought, to store the past but never tend to it. ~ Mary June

A long past vividly remembered is like a heavy garment that clings to your limbs when you would run.

The Wandering Jew in me seeks forgetfulness.

As Carthage went up in flames in 146 BCE, one eyewitness spotted him shedding a tear and heard him quoting from memory an apposite line on the fall of Troy from Homer's Iliad. He was reflecting that one day the same fate might afflict Rome. Crocodile tears or not, they made their point.

Polybius more than 150 years earlier

the idea of being spoken about by posterity pushes me to some sort of hope for immortality

Vicki knew then that if she had died that night his kiss would have followed her on and on into the spaces of eternity or wherever her soul might wander.

everything—sound, sight, feeling, certainly understanding. Christine remembered little of that night other than the smear of life and loss pulling her under, sinking her soul, and the sight of her mother crumpled in a chair with Uncle Harry and his glass of Johnny Walker Red. A man called, he'd said…

How does a mother tell her child that the memories he holds of his father are incorrect, that the truth does not even remotely resemble the memory? How does she tell him about the gaping holes in the recall that make it all a sham?

Lily's room transformed into a treasure chest told from a child's perspective; minute details unearthed, bits and scraps of memory whose retelling left poignant longings, soft-spoken, reverent whispers, exposing more about the private life of Charles Blacksworth and his family than any detective ever could.

Where classical and medieval rhetorical pragmatism diverges from modern, I think, is in assigning a crucial role to a notion of common memory, accessed by an individual through education, which acts to "complete" uninformed individual experience.

One's sister is part of one's essential self, an eternal presence of one's heart, soul and memory.

What will survive of us is love.

The last time I was inside a woman was when I went to the Statue of Liberty.