Quotes About Memory

Aos 10 anos todos nos dizem que somos espertos, mas que nos faltam ideias próprias. Aos 20 anos dizem que somos muito espertos, mas que não venhamos com ideias. Aos 30 anos pensamos que ninguém mais tem ideias. Aos 40 achamos que as ideias dos outros são todas nossas. Aos 50 pensamos com suficiente sabedoria para já não ter ideias. Aos 60 ainda temos ideias mas esquecemos do que estávamos a pensar. Aos 70 só pensar já nos faz dorrmir.

Los esclavos no dejan recuerdos, ¿sabéis por qué? Porque no tienen tumba. Un día de estos, nadie más tendrá tumba en Kulumani. Y nunca más habrá memoria de que aquí hubo gente... —Abuelo, vamos a casa... —Ahora ya no hace falta que nos metan en barcos. Santo Tomé está aquí, en Kulumani. Aquí vivimos todos juntos, esclavos y dueños de esclavos, los pobres y los dueños de la pobreza.

Aqui só há outroras, isto é água riscando fósforos.

A saudade é uma tatuagem na alma: só nos livramos dela perdendo um pedaço de nós.

She had pushed the kiss into a small corner of her brain, and it only came out at night. It would trip about her head and run down and beat in her heart a bit, and not let her get any sleep at all.

Wars in history invariably become wars of history.

History is not just a flat chronicle of events. History is an understanding of the forces that work, the values that shape present action and direct the future. If you have that knowledge, you are empowered in ways that you can't get by watching the nightly news or reading the morning editorials. We live in an ahistorical age when many people's memories go back to breakfast, but if you're armed with that insight you have immense power for good.

To people who remember JFK's assassination, JFK Jr. will probably always be that boy saluting his father's coffin.

oh candlelight upon your face, oh sad shadow of screen across your breast, oh love of life in my shadow— these, and the winter nights beside you, I remember and forget.

she would have walked all the way up to East Sixty-Third Street, and probably 163rd Street, if it meant pouring even more into this memory that wasn't a memory.

The Internet is fast, while humans are slow; capacious, while humans are forgetful.

I think of beauty as something that dies; either it's destroyed by time or stupidity or I have only a moment to experience it, and then only memory after that; even if i can return and look again, I can't quite manage to get back the moment. So, to me, the beauty of the trees is like the beauty of death, as if death will mean wondering forever in the dim of those trees, the landscape funerealizes in its lushest profusion of green.

liar needs a good memory.

He hated confronting those lost moments, being presented with some detail from his past and having to look on it like a stranger. It made his life feel like a made-up thing. A net full of holes.

I don't have any regrets, really, except that one. I wanted to write about you, about us, really. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to write about everything, the life we're having and the lives we might have had. I wanted to write about all the ways we might have died.

Mislila sam da ?u umaknuti tamnomu oblaku uspomena - zato sam se prijavila na ovo putovanje. Sada vidim da svijet nosimo sa sobom kamo god da krenemo. Znam da se moramo tome oduprijeti. Je li to mogu?e? Nadam se jest - ne, nadam se da jest! Svaki je ?ovjek svijet za sebe, ?itav svemir, zapravo.

Ne možemo jednostavno iz sje?anja izbrisati svoje osje?aje i duhovne rane - to se ljudskim snagama jedostavno ne može - iako se možemo disciplinirati i nepostupati u skladu s njima.

These honors that you give to me are not for me alone. They are for those who, dying young, now sleep in the earth with their unspoken poems, waiting for the Last Day.

Por qué desperdiciar la vida buscando un epitafio? «Te recordamos con cariño.» ¿Quién salvo un idiota quiere algo así cincelado sobre su cabeza? No es más que incontinencia sentimental.

Fear is a memory of better times. Fear is a dream.

There's something about her that reminds me of Ellen, but then I realize that it's Ellen who's reminded me of Annabelle. Ellen is dim in comparison.

What counts is how many years you get before losing your marbles,

Very few people are remembered for long after they're in the ground.

As we get older, we're all going to lose a few of our marbles.