Quotes About Memory

But that's what dreams are for—to weave reality and fantasy and memory and stitch together something you can't hope for in waking life. To fulfill that little part of you that wants something so bad.

This is the dilemma, the contradiction we cannot resolve. We do not want to be them. Yet we are fascinated by them, because every detail tugs at a buried memory.

You've forgotten everything my dad taught us all about dealing with big cats, haven't you?" "Oddly, it's slipped my mind. Something to do with seeing six-inch fangs a foot from my throat." "They're two inches, tops, and she's a meter away." "Maya…

One minute we were sitting up, making out. The next we were lying on the roof, and I was on top of him, and I didn't know how I got there. I was kissing him and then, all of a sudden, I wasn't. He was holding my face in his hands, poised above his, as he panted softly, his pupils so huge I could drown in them. "Hate to ask," he said, struggling for breath. "How much did you drink?

Guilt comes back to haunt us in the weirdest ways.

I held you, or I never held you, or I held you briefly, once, long ago, and you kissed me while my heart kept time. — Kelly Cherry, from "First Marriage," When She Named Fire: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry by American Women (Autumn House Press, 2008)

You are the most perverse man in the history of my memory. So lie there and die very slowly, creep.

Ethel said: Lloyd, there's someone here you may remember- Daisy could not restrain herself. She ran to Lloyd and threw herself into his arms. She hugged him. She looked into his green eyes, then kissed his brown cheeks and his broken nose and then his mouth. I love you, Lloyd, she sad madly. I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you, too, Daisy, he said. Behind her, Daisy heard Ethel's wry voice. You do remember, I see.

All birds and men are sure to die but songs may live forever.

en política, la memoria podía alargarse mucho.

A woman would always prefer to be remembered than forgotten.

eloquently honour President Kennedy's memory than the earliest possible passage of the civil rights bill for which he fought so long.

En su recuerdo, repetía los momentos que habían pasado juntos una y otra vez

no trace left of the overwhelming physical desire she had once felt for Will's strong body.

Aquella llegada a Glastonbury era como visitar la tumba de su juventud.

Pensaba en él todos los días. Su

There he saw a woman. He recognised her. She smiled. His heart stood still.

There he saw a woman. He recognised her. She smiled. His heart stood still. Aliena

I listened to them fade away till all I could hear was my memory of the sound.

Memory whispers someplace in that jumbled machinery.

I was actually going out of the hospital with two whores on a fishing boat; I had to keep saying it over and over to myself to believe it.

I could now (possibly) go back and restretch those shrunken hours, flake the images separate, arrange them in accurate chronological order, (possibly; with will-power, patience, and the proper chemicals) but being accurate is not necessarily being honest.... Nor is chronological reporting by any means always the most truthful (each camera has its own veracity) especially when, in all good faith, one cannot truthfully claim to remember what happened accurately....

But like always when I try to place my thoughts in the past and hide there, the fear close at hand seeps in through the memory.

There's long spells — three days, years — when you can't see a thing, know where you are only by the speaker sounding overhead like a bell buoy clanging in the fog. When I can see, the guys are usually moving around as unconcerned as though they didn't notice so much as a mist in the air. I believe the fog affects their memory some way it doesn't affect mine.