Quotes About Memory

But really, the term "forgive and forget" doesn't make sense to me. Forgiving does allow us to stop dwelling on an issue, which isn't always healthy. But if we forget, we don't learn from our mistakes. And that can be deadly.

I will remember the feel of his hand around mine for the rest of my life.

El olor de su piel es demasiado familiar para describirlo.

El olor de su piel es demasiado familiar para descubrirlo.

When people express nostalgia for youth, I always suspect they have inadequate recall.

but I can't remember much about life before the war anyway so it doesn't count in my book, which this is.

People could not get enough of what they had lost, even if they no longer wanted it.

People like to warn you that by the time you reach the middle of your life, passion will begin to feel like a meal eaten long ago, which you remember with great tenderness.

You had only one chance for a signature in life, but most people left no impression.

There are some people who have such a strong effect on you, even if you've spent very little time with them, that they become embossed inside you, and any hint of them, any casual mention, creates a sudden stir in you.

Is there anything sadder than the scrawniest little piece of uneaten chicken at a dinner party?" "Hmm," said Jules. "Yes. The Holocaust.

The past is so tenacious.

When you located someone from the past online, it was like finding that person trapped behind glass in the permanent collection of a museum. You knew they were still there, and it seemed to you as if they would stay there forever.

How was it, Cory kept thinking, that when a person died they were no longer anywhere? You could search the entire world and never find them. It was one thing for a body to stop working and be carted away under a sheet; it was another thing for the sense of that person to evaporate. The textural and indisputable sense, as strong but as hard to pinpoint as a gas.

Ce se întâmpl? în Belzhar, orice ar fi, nu las? nicio urm? în lumea real?. Nicio umbr?, niciun fel de reziduu.

But the truth is, you can rarely undo things. This is what you realize after one of your parents dies.

If you didn't feel it on your body long after he'd left, was it really worth laying for him? I wanted to feel that.

The memories come in pieces. Little bits of grit too small to pick up even with a wetted finer, too small even to hold in my gaze.

Bad things happen and then they're over, but where do they go?

As Katie moved through the rooms, everything reminded her of everything:

When your mom is gone, the thing no one ever tells you is that the little compass needle inside keeps spinning around and around, never finding North.

All these years later, the story of their parents' end, passed down like lore, still seemed unbearably romantic to their students—less so to Marie, who, after sobbing violently next to her sister, Dara, through the funeral, insisted, I never saw them hold hands once.

Where'd that world go, that world when you're a kid, and now I can't remember noticing anything, not the smell of the leaves or the sharp curl of dried maple on your ankles, walking? I live in cars now, and my own bedroom, the windows sealed shut, my mouth to my phone, hand slick around its neon jelly case, face closed to the world, heart closed to everything.

Remember who you are, May." The balm of my mother's oft-repeated words and the softness of memory banished my unease. I flew down the stairs to the party.