Quotes About Memory

Unless we fix certain hours in the day for prayer, it easily slips from our memory.

Memory, so complete and clear or so evasive, has to be ended, has to be put aside, as if one were leaving a chapel and bringing the prayer to an end in one's head.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

When every memory has been made and the pages start to fade. And every prayer you ever prayed is heaven bound. When you think the ride is over, you're back at the beginning. Love is never-ending.

You haunt my days and dreams.

Not one word, not one gesture of yours shall I, could I, ever forget.

Encourage me, and I will not forget you.

Baby I'll never forget none of that. Girl I told you I was comin back.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor's mind toward some resolution which it may never find.

As I remember them, late summer Saturdays were always hot, dry, and colored a deep green. I know now some Saturdays must have been gray; rain must have made water princesses dance in gutter puddles, as my grandmother assured me they did, each time a drop plunked down. But I will never really believe it rained on Saturdays, for I can remember only the sun playing with bits of broken glass in the vacant lot next to my house and myself running all day up and down the block like a heathen.

It took me years to understand that words are often as important as experience, because words make experience last.

The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make.

And the sad truth is that nobody wants me to write comedy. The Exorcist not only ended that career, it expunged all memory of its existence.

In forgetting, they were trying to remember.

Al buscar el olvido, trataban de recordar.

The blaze of sun wrung pops of sweat from the old man's brow, yet he cupped his hands around the glass of hot sweet tea as if to warm them. In forgetting, they were trying to remember.

He felt a deep swelling of pride but also anguish. It was the torment all loving parents feel when they see their child making a difficult and perhaps dangerous decision as an adult when, in memory, they still see the small innocent child of years long gone.

Events in the past may be roughly divided into those which probably never happened and those which do not matter.

every time the brain calculates the area of a rectangle, or sight-reads a piece of music, or tests an experimental hypothesis, the neurons involved are chemically changed to make it easier to travel the same path again. Kandel's research seems to have identified that repetition forms the chains that Polanyi called tacit knowing, and that James Watt called "the correct modes of reasoning.

Remembrance of things past.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance… and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

O God! Horatio, what a wounded name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me.If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,Absent thee from felicity awhile,And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,To tell my story.

'Tis in my memory lock'd,And you yourself shall keep the key of it.