Quotes About Memory

Jesus, we forgot the goddamn ape!

When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.

Our riches, being in our brains, die with us... Unless of course someone chops off our head, in which case, we won't need them anyway.

A man dies ... only a few circles in the water prove that he was ever there. And even they quickly disappear. And when they're gone, he's forgotten, without a trace, as if he'd never even existed. And that's all.

Once lead this people into war and they will forget there ever was such a thing as tolerance.

Once you lead [the] people into war, they will forget there ever was such a thing as tolerance. The spirit of ruthless brutality will enter every fiber of our national life, infecting Congress, the courts, the policeman on the beat, the man in the street.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve immortality through not dying. I don't want to live on in the hearts of my countrymen; I want to live on in my apartment.

You can walk from the time of your youth till the time you grow old, and after that, till you become youthful again; and even after going through such cycle a thousand times, you may still find it difficult to reach the place you want to go. But when you percieve, by the resoluteness of your will, the Buddha-nature in all things, and when every one of your thoughts goes back to its very source in your memory, that will be the time you arrive at the Spirit Mountain.

I remember the sights and sounds and smells of home because the memory of home is the thing that never leaves us.

My memories are of the friction between my father and mother. They seemed to be nearly always at odds. Sometimes my father would beat her. It might have had something to do with the fact that my mother had a pretty good education. Where she got it I don't know. But an educated woman, I suppose, can't resist the temptation to correct an uneducated man.

I rang them up while touring Timbucktoo,Those bosom chums to whom you're known as"Who?"

Se joac? aerul de-a amintirea: duce cu el toate zgomotele ?i las?-n urm? numai oglinzi de t?cere s? ne putem privi anii ce s-au dus.

Yet is it more honourable, and just, and upright, and pleasing, to treasure in the memory good acts than bad.

A man may hate cruelty and lies, but if he's never given an opportunity to show what he's made of, no one will remember him when he dies.

Death is the end of those who have done nothing to cause their names to live after them.

It was not that he didn't remember he once had another sort of life. But, like the old yellowing photograph at home, which he did not burn, it was sad to think about, and far away, like another world that had disappeared forever.

The way we understand both our present and our future depends on what we have lived through.

When you walk into your memories, you are opening a door to the past; the road within has many branches, and the route is different every time

Guardei o segredo da Catadora de Lixo e nunca contei ao filho que ela passara um longo tempo acompanhando seus movimentos. Mas nunca mais fui à casa dele, pois a Catadora de Lixo, cuja memória eu prezo muito, nunca atravessou sequer a soleira daquela casa. Embora ele parecesse tão abastado, ela é que era realmente rica.

No matter how careful we are, we all leave behind little bits of ourselves as we go about our lives.

Perhaps this was just evidence that his body was adapting to the secret room. Perhaps it was necessary to rid oneself of everything that was superfluous in order to immerse completely in this airless, soundproof, narrow space shrouded in the fear of discovery and arrest. In recompense for a mind that was able to retain everything, every memory, perhaps it was necessary that the body gradually fade away.

The waves of regret were gentle, but I know they would ripple on forever

Ribbon, bell, emerald, stamp. The words that came from my mother's mouth thrilled me, like the names of little girls from distant countries or new species of plants. As I listened to her talk, it made me happy to imagine a time when all these things had a place here on the island.