Quotes About Memory

Acaso no conoces sucesos que te conciernen, pero de los que no fuiste testigo? ¿No te encuentras, a veces, contándolos? Hay muchas cosas que recordamos que nunca hemos visto con nuestros propios ojos ni vivido con nuestros propios cuerpos. Es una simple cuestión de encajar lo que sabemos, lo que nos han contado y lo que imaginamos. No es muy diferente a cómo un investigador reúne las respuestas a un crimen.

It was a kind of sin, certainly, to forget—but it was not easy to remember, especially when names changed, languages changed. A century-old name held that century; when replaced, a hundred years were wiped out at one stroke. Amnesia set it; reality itself, being metamorphic, was affected.

To love was to regain the capacity to remember a world without names, to recall by virtue of the whorl above the beloved's knucklebones and to blue of the veins beneath the skin the unbearable fragility of mornings in this counrty, to find October odors trapped in the skinfolds between her toes along with the scent of talcum powder and soap and human sweat.

Whatever you forget, is not the truth, always remember that.

All depends on you. It is by your consent that the world exists. Withdraw your belief in its reality and it will dissolve like a dream. Time can bring down mountains; much more you, who are the timeless source of time. For without memory and expectation there can be no time.

How does the personality come into being? By memory. By identifying the present with the past and projecting it into the future. Think of yourself as momentary, without past and future, and your personality dissolves.

In the great mirror of consciousness, images arise and disappear and only memory gives them continuity. And memory is material - destructible, perishable, transient. On such flimsy foundations we build a sense of personal existence - vague, intermittent, dreamlike. This vague persuasion, "I am so-and-so," obscures the changeless state of pure awareness and makes us believe that we are born to suffer and to die.

Our only hope is to stop, to look, to understand, and to get out of the traps of memory. For memory feeds imagination and imagination generates desire and fear.

What problems can there be which the mind did not create? Life and death do not create problems; pains and pleasures come and go, experienced and forgotten. It is memory and anticipation that create problems of attainment or avoidance, colored by like and dislike. Truth and love are man's real nature, and mind and heart are the means of its expression.

Yoga takes us back to the beginning of our journey of becoming human; we spark the memory that we are first and always an aspect of the Divine. The physical body was created as a temple to house this Divine light.

My birth was just an incident but my death will not go unnoticed

It is the job of the human brain to assemble all the input of our world—sights, sounds, smells—into a coherent narrative. This is what memory is, a carefully calibrated story that we make up about our past.

What if instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave. What if the most traumatic or the most beautiful experiences we have trap us in a kind of feedback loop, where at least some part of our minds remain obsessed, even as our bodies move on.

It is the job of the human brain to assemble all the input of our world—sights, sounds, smells—into a coherent narrative. This is what memory is, a carefully calibrated story that we make up about our past. But what happens when those details crumble?

It is the job of the human brain to assemble all the input of our world--sights, sounds, smells--into coherent narrative. This is what memory is, a carefully calibrated story that we make up about our past. But what happens when those details crumble? Hailstones on a tin roof....What happens when your life can't be translated into a linear narrative?

Death, so permanent for the dead, should be more than just an afternoon activity for the mourners.

I remember at the age of five travelling on a trolley car with my mother past a group of women on a picket line at a textile plant, seeing them being viciously beaten by security people. So that kind of thing stayed with me.

I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.

once death had settled upon a man or woman, there was much to remember but little more to say or do.

Why had a gold hoop earring, one of a pair, tuned up on the kitchen floor when she was

There is something so absurd about time and how it has simultaneously preserved and demolished our faces.

People will forget who you are, what you said, but never how you made them feel

But just because you can't see something doesn't mean it's not there. And just because you don't remember something doesn't mean you don't miss it. And just because you are used to something doesn't mean it's normal" -Ruby

The most peaceful memory I have is of when I drown.