Quotes About Memory

Going down in history is a dead end pursuit

I want to dream a dream so wonderful that I'll wake up sorry that it wasn't a memory.

Life is impact and you have not lived unless you leave a trail

Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.

When I die I hope it may be said:'Her suffering was black, but her books were read'.

While we are floating against the current toward the future, our minds stay behind with the anchoring memories of the past.

Every memory becomes a golden treasure to us when we have lived our lives with tragedy and triumphs, sadness and happiness.

A picture is a fleeting moment of life preserved on a canvas.

Emotions are like muscles. Most of them go highly unattended, it's usually the weaker, undefined ones that cause injury to the rest, and there is most certainly memory response in play.

Intelligence is not the ability to store information, but to know where to find it.

Intelligence guided by the will using memory and imagination assisted by intuition.

Intelligence is not only the ability to reason; it is also the ability to find relevant material in memory and to deploy attention when needed.

Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence; he is just using his memory.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

Anyone who invokes authors in discussion is not using his intelligence but his memory.

Mind is memory, not intelligence.

If you confer a benefit, never remember it; if you receive one, never forget it.

I want to be like the air. The good-hearted person whose kindness overflows and people realize how important she was to them, once she is gone. I want to be that kind of person.

And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind, E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.

Maybe the past is supposed to fade-and that's actually a kindness of human memory.

For kindness begets kindness evermore, But he from whose mind fades the memory Of benefits, noble is he no more.

In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fiber of memory that can be touched to gentle issues.

Uno lo sabe, sabe que tuvo esa experiencia, que se la metió a esa mujer en otra vida, con otro yo del que sin embargo hay constancia, más que memoria.

mis recuerdos que al igual que tantas de mis pertenencias me sirven tan sólo a mí y se hacen inútiles si yo me muero, no sólo desaparece quien soy sino quien he sido, no sólo yo, pobre Marta, sino mi memoria entera, un tejido discontinuo y siempre inacabado y cambiante y estampado de sietes