Quotes About Memory

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Humane people don't start revolutions, they start libraries. And cemeteries.

Evoking the events of 10 May 1933, Franklin D. Roosevelt declared: We all know that books burn. But we know still better that books can never be destroyed by fire. Men die, but books never die. No man and no violence can extinguish their memory. No man and no violence can lock ideas up for ever in a concentration camp. No man and no violence can chase from the world the works that express the eternal struggle of humanity against tyranny. We know that, in this War, books are weapons.

It wasn't a rock. It was a dog's rubber bone, left behind months ago to be buried first under autumn leaves, then winter snow. Just an old rubber bone, but Batty was already braced for what she knew would come—the rushing in her ears, the stab in her stomach, and the seeping away of the colors from her world. The soft blue spring sky, the yellow forsythia hedge, even Ben's bright red hair—all dulled, all gray and wretched.

Lydia stopped dancing - struck, paralyzed by a sensation of no longer being here, this night, now. A feeling that she was instead living inside a memory, of a precious place and time, one lost and greatly mourned. As strange as this was, Lydia knew what was happening to her. It could be nothing else: Already she was homesick for Arundel, and could hardly bear it.

Remember the city, the city remember Where treasure is hidden under the ground The city, the city, always remember That's where the treasure will be found.

Some things can't be forgot. they can be put away though, thought back on a lesson, as somethin' we've overcome. That's what makes them go.

sillage, what remains when all else has left. "Come on

But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, / It hides away from me.

Discordantly—out of the mists—he heard her voice: "Dead faces," she said whitely, "they're all the same. . . . They don't, I mean, tell of the person as they were alive.

Il me semblait en effet qu'une idée, aussi brillante fût-elle, n'était pas vraiment digne d'être retenue si, pour simplement s'en souvenir, il fallait la noter.

It's like I can hum a few bars but I have forgotten most of the words. I can't stand in line at the grocery and carry on a normal conversation if it gets much past the weather.

Life has only one form: forgetting,

Stanley was pleased that his classmates, who still remembered his

She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Remember me as I tried to be, not as I was." ~Urza, The Brother's War

Intelligence and understanding started as a memory system that fed predictions into the sensory system. These predictions are the essense of understanding. To know something means that you can make predictions about it.

Knowledge in the brain is distributed. Nothing we know is stored in one place, such as one cell or one column. Nor is anything stored everywhere, like in a hologram. Knowledge of something is distributed in thousands of columns, but these are a small subset of all the columns.

At some point in the future, we will accept that any system that learns a model of the world, continuously remembers the states of that model, and recalls the remembered states will be conscious.

With each movement, the neocortex predicts what the next sensation will be.

One neural network called bidirectional associative memory (BAM) allows you to provide the value and receive the key.

What did it feel like?"(Glenn) "A dream, kind of, You know? The ones that are so real you wake up and wonder if they really happened. And then for the whole day, you walk around in this fog like ... pieces of it are clinging to you and won't let go.(Kevin)

Their storytelling grew richer. One evening, Ali was consumed by a memory. She saw three ripe lemons on the wooden cutting board in her mother's kitchen, right down to the sunlight spangling off their pores. She heard her mother singing while they rolled pie dough in a storm of flour.

There is a room in England somewhere, but it's nowhere to be seen. It exists only in the mind, and only in the mind of those that have been there.