Quotes About Memory

Beatriss looked away, fighting tears. She gripped their hands. "I'm forgetting what the truth is, friends," she said. "We were here, Lady Beatriss. We saw it all, so when you forget what the truth is, you come to us and we'll remind you.

It becomes one of those defining moments in your life, when your mother does that

Recuerdo amor. Es lo que tengo que seguir recordándome. Es gracioso cómo puedes olvidarlo todo, excepto el amor de las personas que te han querido. Tal vez por eso a los humanos nos cuesta tanto recuperarnos de las historias de amor. No es el dolor lo que tratan de superar, es el amor.

Not just a name but a state of mind I never want to revisit, although I do keep him at the back of my mind for those times I get my hopes raised about something. So then I can slap myself into reality and remind myself of what happens when you let someone into your sacred space.

My advice? Get out the Norton I left you, and you better bloody still have it because if you lost it like you did my Slade Alive! LP, I will hunt you down, son. Page 1902. "Japan." Not about the Japanese, but about moments of perfection. Commit it to memory and make good use of it. Because if I come home and you're still pining over this little girl without having given her a chance, I will call you a chicken shit for the rest of your life.

It's not that I miss my mother. It's just that I miss the idea of what one would be.

I remember love. It's what I have to keep on reminding myself. It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you.

In an instant he forgot Joe's poem about Japan except the part about 'you are the bell, and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,' and a new sound entered his life, like when he was a kid and he first heard the sound of horses clip-clopping and he asked his mother in wonder, "What's that sound, because I've never heard it before?

Mirad, recuerdo el amor, eso es lo que la gente no entiende.

One day Tate was there, a ghost of Tate

That she would never see the moments in my life that were full of neglect and fear and revulsion, moments I can never go back to because I know they will slow me down for the rest lf my life if I let myself remember them for one moment

Why do they always have to remember the pathetic stuff? Why can't they ever remember something positive being said about me?

Recuerdo amor. Es lo que tengo que seguir recordándome. Es gracioso cómo puedes olvidarlo todo, excepto el amor de las personas que te han querido. Tal vez por eso a los humanos nos cuesta tanto recuperarnos de las historias de amor. No es el dolor lo que tratan de superar, es el amo.

Y si pudiera embotellar la expresión de su cara, la guardaría en mi mesita de noche el resto de mi vida.

Because women are elephants and watch the way you say that in front of them because they'll think you're calling them fat and there's no coming back from that moment. But they hoard. They say they don't, but they do. We think that if something's not spoken about again, it goes away. It doesn't. Nothing goes away just like that, Mackee.

How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?

You don't see him again. Sometimes you worry that he loved you better than any man ever has or will--even if it had nothing to do with you. Even now, he is every blue blazer getting into a cab, every runner along the river, every motorcycle coming and going.

In the cab to the station, he told me that when he was growing up he'd see a look of pleasure cross his mother's face and ask what she was thinking: she'd say, I was just thinking of your father. "That's how I want us to be," Archie said. I smiled. "What?" I said, "I was just thinking of your father.

And there's something else that rain gives us; something deeper and more mysterious, to do with memory, and nostalgia, and a pleasurable kind of melancholy.

Of the 1,019 Jews who arrived from Westerbork on September 5, 258 men and 212 women survived the selection process. The remaining 549, among them all the children, were killed immediately after their arrival in the gas chambers of Birkenau and their bodies burned in the neighboring crematoria. All eight residents of 263 Prinsengracht survived the first round. Anne, at fifteen years and three months, was among the youngest.

One way to destroy a personality is to cut out memory: one way to destroy a state is to cut out its history. Especially when that history comes out of the native language. Status is gone; continuity is disconnected;

I tot el que quedaria, potser, seria només un senyal de peus molls damunt la terra per on hauria fugit corrent; d'aquells peus que s'enduien al damunt una cosa tendra i tèbia que m'hauria ajudat a viure i a dormir i a respirar...

Hi ha gent que amb un record, en té per tota una vida.

Mientras se recuerda, estamos dando vida al objeto del recuerdo. (P. 274)