Quotes About Memory

I heard Nakhtmin's voice in my mind, that to be forgotten was the greatest gift that history could give.

To speak the name of the dead is to make them live again- Egyptian Proverb

Yesterday, I was in Hatchards, and I saw a photograph of it, the usual view from Darjeeling. Everything flooded back. The cold. The silence. The dread. It was so overwhelming that I staggered outside and vomited in the gutter. People thought I was drunk.

But the thing to remember, Jack, is that it's only an echo. It's like a footprint or a shadow. It can't hurt you. All it can do is frighten.

56 percent of learned information is forgotten within an hour of being encoded. By the time one day has passed, another 10 percent is gone. A month after the information is learned, 80 percent of it has vanished. How

History is made not of facts set in stone but of the stories we tell.

I was born in Texas and I lived there 'till I was 8. Then I moved to the Dominican Republic with my mom, lived there for two years and forgot every word of English I knew.

She broke my heart, so now I have to write about her forever. It made everything different. It's something that can only happen once.

Facts are not created equal: the production of traces is always also the creation of silences.

Deprived of our memories we are deprived of our very selves. Without our histories we are vacated. We may walk and talk and eat and sleep but, in truth, we are nobody.

The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.

There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.

Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had

We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.

However life treats you, as time goes by you always get the feeling you've lost life in the very living of it.

Pero la tercera generación es la encargada de hablar por todos, por los vivos y por los enterrados.

My memory is so bad that many times I forget my own name!

The very remembrance of my former misfortune proves a new one to me.

I cannot imagine how anyone can go through life without carrying the memories of his childhood on the surface of his soul.

Memory is the basis of individual personality, just as tradition is the basis of the collective personality of a people. We live in memory and by memory, and our spiritual life is at bottom simply the effort of our memory to persist, to transform itself into hope, the effort of our past to transform itself into our future.

Los niños lo comprenden todo; más que nosotros. Y no olvidan nada. Y si ahora no lo comprenden, lo comprenderán mañana.

Leer, leer, leer, vivir la vida que otros soñaron. Leer, leer, leer, el alma olvida las cosas que pasaron. Se quedan las que quedan, las ficciones, las flores de la pluma, las solas, las humanas creaciones, el poso de la espuma. Leer, leer, leer; ¿seré lectura mañana también yo? ¿Seré mi creador, mi criatura, seré lo que pasó?

Our life is a hope which is continually converting itself into memory and memory in its turn begets hope.

Cuando alguien imprescindible se va de tu lado, vuelves los ojos a tu interior y no encuentras más que banalidad, porque los vivos, comparados con los muertos, resultamos insoportablemente banales