Quotes About Memory

I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him back, trying to capture this moment, to clasp it, so I could always remember what it felt like to hold him this way.

I'm pretty sure my mom would have remembered giving birth to twins and then losing one somewhere along the way. When

They whisper: no little man from Customs and Immigration stands at the doors of memory or imagination demanding to see your passport. No arts bureaucrat or ComLit satrap can stamp OzLit, CanLit, FemLit, MigrantLit, or Displaced Person on your visa.

The whole point is that time passes. That things fade. He is already hard to remember. Look, I used to cry because I thought I'd forget. Then I knew that was ridiculous and cried because I remembered. But the truth is that one is the same as the other. Remembering and forgetting are the same bloody thing. He is not alive any more. That's all there is to know. There is no purpose to any of it. The point is there is no point.

May you never forget what is worth remembering, Nor ever remember what is best forgotten. Irish proverb

picture flash into my mind. I could just see Aunt

we are the product of this universe and I think it can be argued that the entire cosmic code is imprinted in us. Just as our genes carry the memory of our biological ancestors, our logic carries the memory of our cosmological ancestry. We are not just imposing human-centric notions on a cosmos independent of us. We are progeny of this cosmos and our ability to understand it is an inheritance.

I never realized that a child is capable of remembering so well and of waiting so patiently

Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names.

Psychoanalysis has taught that the dead – a dead parent, for example – can be more alive for us, more powerful, more scary, than the living. It is the question of ghosts.

Elise thinks of Denise's laugh cracking like thunder over the Turnbull houses, the paprika in her chili, the way her bra cuts into her back, the powdery heat of her body when they'd lie on the bed in the summertime, the afternoon too hot for anything but gossip and game shows. Her mother played with Elise's hair like it was her own, absentmindedly twirling it as they smoked.

I wasn't aware of my dad being an actor when I was young. I remember there was an Australian children's entertainer on television called Ralph Harris and when I'd say my father was an actor, kids would say, you know, 'oh, is he Ralph Harris?' And I had to say no and then they would lose interest.

Kaikki häpeävät petturuutta, petturitkin. Siksi he tahtovat varmistaa, että kukaan ei muista.

I wanted to tell her I love you" back, but I guess in waiting for the perfect moment (the next commercial break), I ended up completely forgetting.

Not till old age did I learn to love silence. Sometimes it is more exciting than music. In the silence emerge tremulous signals and at the crossroads of memory you hear names which time had tried to stifle.

Dead girls in the rear-view mirror may appear more real than they are.

They say you don't directly remember things you see. Instead, you remember a memory of a memory of a memory of a… The

What you do is your legacy.

How should you keep track of what customers want? Don't. Listen, but then forget what people said. Seriously. There's no need for a spreadsheet, database, or filing system. The requests that really matter are the ones you'll hear over and over. After a while, you won't be able to forget them. Your customers will be your memory. They'll keep reminding you. They'll show you which things you truly need to worry about.

The Resistance astromechs classified Black One as a high-communications-volume interface. BB-8 searched his memory for an organic equivalent of that classification, and found a high-confidence answer almost immediately. Black One was a pain in the ass.

It's the closest thing we poor creatures have to magic, my dear—the ability to be transported through time by a waft of scent that unlocks memory.

Miriam remembered that the holiday dated to the rebellion of the ancient Jews against forced assimilation by Greek society.

One of my favorite CEOs reminds me often that "memories are convenient." What he means is we more readily remember events that prove we're right.

The only true dead are those who have been forgotten.