Quotes About Memory

Time passed, the world exerted itself, and Jacob and Julia began to forget to do things on purpose.

I kept thinking about how they were all the names of dead people, and how names are basically the only thing that dead people keep.

Tiny acts of shitty retribution for tiny acts of shitty retribution for tiny acts of shitty retribution for an original offense that no one could remember. Or for no offense at all.

Maybe we're just missing things we've lost, or hoping for what we want to come.

It's better to lose something than never to have had

Yankel's lipstick autobiography came flaking off his bedroom ceiling, falling gently like blood-stained snow to his bed and floor. You are Yankel. You love Brod. You are a Sloucher. You were once married, but she left you. You don't believe in an afterlife.

that night was the first time your mother and I made love since I returned, and the last time we ever made love, it didn't feel like the last time, I'd kissed Anna for the last time, seen my parents for the last time, spoken for the last time, why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was my last time, my greatest regret is how much I believed in the future

Jonathan Safran Foer

Si-a lasat familia de izbeliste. Mi-am scris expresia pe creier.

The ground is still filled iwth rings, and money, and pictures, and Jewish things. I was only able to find a few of them, but they fill the earth. The hero did not ask me once what she was saying. I am not certain if he knew what she was saying, or if he knew not to inquire.

Jonathan Safran Foer

As for the bracelet Mom wore to the funeral, what I did was I converted Dad's last voice message into Morse code, and I used sky-blue beads for silence, maroon beads for breaks between letters, violet beads for breaks between words, and long and short pieces of string between the beads for long and short beeps, which are actually called blips, I think, or something.

Everything she did reminded me of someone else.

So many days in their shared life. So many experiences. How had they managed to spend the previous sixteen years unlearning each other? How had all the presence summed to disappearance?

L'unica cosa più dolorosa dell'essere obliatori attivi è essere rammentatori inerti.

We are not only the tellers of our stories, we are the stories themselves.

Maybe we're just missing things we've lost, or hoping for what we want to come.

Yes, but the day has been decades.

Isaac was buried in a pocketless shroud, six hundred yards from his wife of two hundred thousand hours.

Remembering and forgetting are part of the same mental process. To write down one detail of an event is to not write down another (unless you keep writing forever).

Shame is the work of memory against forgetting. Shame is what we feel when we almost entirely — yet not entirely — forget social expectations and our obligations to others in favor of our immediate gratification.

The question of eating animals hits chords that resonate deeply with our sense of self—our memories, desires, and values. Those resonances are potentially controversial, potentially threatening, potentially inspiring, but always filled with meaning.

Het eten van dieren raakt ons in het diepste van ons wezen, in onze herinneringen, onze verlangens en onze waarden. Wat het bij ons losmaakt is potentieel controversieel, potentieel bedreigend, potentieel inspirerend, maar altijd betekenisvol.

Homer suggest that if you forget your pain, you forget your homeland-you 'lose your hope of home.'-pg.39