Quotes About Memory

End the delusion of time. Time and mind are inseparable. Remove time from the mind and it stops — unless you choose to use it. To be identified with your mind is to be trapped in time: the compulsion to live almost exclusively through memory and anticipation.

compulsion to live almost exclusively through memory and anticipation.

To be identified with your mind is to be trapped in time: the compulsion to live almost exclusively through memory and anticipation.

What you think of as the past is a memory trace, stored in the mind, of a former Now.

The accumulation of time in the collective and individual human mind also holds a vast amount of residual pain from the past.

Your entire life unfolds in this constant Now. Even past or future moments only exist when you remember or anticipate them, and you do so by thinking about them in the only moment there is: this one.

that was April

those features are burned so deep into my memory and my heart that I should recognize them anywhere in the world from among a thousand others, who might appear identical to any one but me.

Twenty years have intervened; for ten of them I lived and fought for Dejah Thoris and her people, and for ten I have lived upon her memory.

I wish to Heaven that I might forget. It would be so much easier than to go through life always remembering what might have been.

The scene he witnessed there in the twilight depths of the African jungle was burned forever into the Englishman's brain.

In death they were alone with their love.

Así como los objetos permanecen en el cuarto aunque desaparezcan de la vista una vez apagada la luz, los ausentes rondan, tenaces, aún cuando no se piense en ellos.

Así cómo los objetos permanecen en el cuarto aunque desaparezcan de la vista una vez apagada la luz, los ausentes rondan, tenaces, aún cuando no se piense en ellos.

It was as though the dark part of my past had become a physical being, a black beast pounding on the gates of my memory.

We are to think (of the dead) that they pass into a better place and a happier condition.

And telling a story, I suppose, is like winding a skein of spun yarn- you sometimes lose track of the beginning.

She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all.

They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.

Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying for their board.

It seems cruel, she said, that after a while nothing matters... any more than these little things that used to be necessary and important to forgotten people, and now have to be guessed at under a magnifying glass and labelled: 'Use unknown.' Yes, but meanwhile - Ah, meanwhile -

Do you know — I hardly remembered you? Hardly remembered me? I mean: how shall I explain? I — it's always so. Each time you happen to me all over again .

All the girls feared their Father less than they did their Mother, because she sometimes remembered things and he did not. Lord Brightlingsea was swept through life on a steady amnesiac flow.

Yes, you have been away a very long time. Oh, centuries and centuries; so long, she said, that I'm sure I'm dead and buried, and this dear old place is heaven;