Quotes About Memory

I'd been right, even when I was in fourth grade and saw Sarah Keeler lying in her coffin: When you're dead, no one can hurt you. (228)

Unfortunately it is not possible to destroy our history. It lives inside us, probably the more powerful for our attempts to bury it. We and our families are likely to pay a high price in the present for trying to block out the past. Attempts to cover up family history tend to fester, influencing others born long after the original painful experiences and relationships.

We are the imagining animals. We are the ones who participate in the earth's evolutionary process of imagination. For what is every manifest life-form and activity on earth if not the product of earth's imagination? Imagination, which is a form of memory moving both forward and backward in time; i.e., the creative process itself. Perhaps

Time that refuses to be translated into a tangible thing, time without a number or an ordinal assigned to it, is often said to be "lost." In a city that always looks better in a memory, time lost can make the night seem eternal and full of stars.

There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember . . . You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that, invent.

There was a time you when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember... You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that, invent.

Mr. Bernard died on a Monday, at the age of seventy-five, his body wasted. He lay in state for two days in the lobby of the Bernard Gursky Tower and, as he failed to rise on the third, he was duly buried.

Bad days my memory functions no better than an out-of-focus kaleidoscope, but other days me recall is painfully perfect.

Mordecai Richler

As Afro-Latinas in the world, we are constantly negotiating others' assumptions about where our bodies and our memories overlap, where our Blackness/negritud begins and our Latina-ness end.

Martin Luther King Jr. is remembered as our prince of peace, of civil rights. We owe him something major that will keep his memory alive.

Another curious aspect of medieval justice was the method of impressing dates and decisions on witnesses' memories, since written records were scanty or inaccessible. Boys who served as witnesses were solemnly cuffed and flogged to vivify their memory until old age.

Your mummy and daddy love you very much,' she'd say. 'But people can't fry potatoes after they're dead.

Termine como termine mi historia, nunca olvidaré lo afortunado que soy.

To keep green, then, the memory of the Exodus was for the Israelite not only to keep his gratitude to his Divine Redeemer ever fresh, but to ratify again and again his covenant with his religion.

Bir an?y? görmeye gitti?inizde neye dokunsan?z can?n?z ac?r

Ac? veriyorsa geçmi?, geçmemi? demektir.

Geçmi? bir ecza dolab? kadar temiz ve "steril".Geçmi?teki hiçbir ?eyin de?i?tirilemezli?i,ölüme yak?n bir keskinlik kazand?r?yor ya?ad?klar?na.Geçmi?e hiç dokunulam?yor.Hat?ra,zalim kudretini dokunulmazl???ndan al?yor.Tek tek ki?ilerin hayatlar? masala benzese de,hayat?n kendisi oyuna benziyor.

iyi sanatin, iyi siirin bir yardimi da buydu insana. sizi sahip olmadiginiz zamanlara tasirdi; yalniz gecmise degil gelecege de.

Baz? anlarda yüzün ald??? bir ifade, sevenin belle?inde sonsuzla??r, insan o ifadeyi her ?eyden çok daha fazla özler.O yüzün sahibiyle günün birinde dar?ld?ktan, ayr?ld?ktan, hatta ondan nefret ettikten sonra bile, o ifadeyi özler.Bir and?r o, ama bütün zamanlara siner.

Uzundur denizin gecesi uzundur karas? denizin yaln?zca bir kez Musa için k?z?l saçlar?n? ikiye ay?ran dalgalar en uzun hat?ras? bir daha avunmaz suyun bir daha geçilmez denizin

Oysa Serap'?n 'o zamanlar' dedi?i her ?ey, ?imdi ona çok uzak geliyor. Y?llarla tart?lmayacak bir uzakl?k bu. Hem herkesin y?llar? bir de?il ki! O günler: Ne ac?, ne tatl?, sadece uzak. Uzakl???n her zaman bir kay?p anlam?na gelmedi?ini biliyor.

The potflower on the windowsill says to me In words that are green-edged red leaves : Flower flower flower flower Today for the sake of all the dead Burst into flower

When I am dead, even then, I will still love you, I will wait in these poems, When I am dead, even then I am still listening to you.