Quotes About Memory

Remembering God's work in the past has a sustaining and renewing effect during times of spiritual drought. Memory and worship are thus keys to a long life of spiritual formation. Try

The memory of things become the reality of things. Or maybe the past is not permanent. Maybe the tree has said its fill, and leaves us with an image of ourselves.

Suddenly it seems memory is impossible. Who can say what fills the coffin of the moment? Are we, then, like moths at a candle, glowing longer than life is left in us? I don't know how much longer it is possible to stay in a poem like this one, sifting through the ashes of the future. —Richard Jackson, from "Possibility," Heartwall (University of Massachuetts Press, 2000)

I have a one hundred gigabyte memory," said Slomo far too loud. "I think I can retain two dates.

I guarantee you I'm not going to forget your voice. We're going to run into each other down the road sometime, and when we do I'm going to pop you apart one rivet at a time." "There's the monster. Hello, monster.

To the dead. Let's think of them always, but not join them too soon.

I might be dead and damned for all eternity but I'm not addle-brained. I remember.

At least your absence wasn't eleven years like your last trip. How was your time in Le Merdier?" "Dusty. There was a judge down there. He spoke more languages and was crazier than you. If I live, I'll tell you all about it.

That's what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age.

Yeah, a memory's never finished, if you really think about it.

Thomas Wolfe] says that we are the sum of all the moments of our lives, and that, uh, anybody who sits down to write is gonna use the clay of their own life, that you can't avoid that.

Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

But you have gone now, all of you that were so beautiful when you were quick with life. Yet not gone, for you are still a living truth inside my mind. So how are you dead, my brothers and sisters, and all of you , when you live with me as surely as I live with myself.

It is very strange to think back like this, although come to think of it, there is no fence or hedge round Time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.

How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.

But more importantly, I think he remembered how very close I was with my own dad, who had died in 1997.

How long did it take for a past to die?

Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rationalize, explain away. I could only re-experience with total cognizance, unprotected by pretense. Self delusion was impossible, truth exposed in this blinding light. Nothing as I thought it had been. Nothing as I hoped it had been. Only as it had been.

Mubei: Zhongguo Liushi Niandai Da Jihuang Jishi [Tombstone: A Record of the Great Chinese Famine of the 60s], Cosmos Books, Hong Kong, 2008.

I am a Jew a generation after the Holocaust. Poorer, my grandfather says, without a past, than he, who has no future.

He gazed at the table. "After Vietnam," he said at length, "I wasn't always present. That was hard, particularly on your mother. Yet there was no way out but forward. After a while, the past recedes." Meg was surprised; for her father to mention Mary McCarran was even rarer than his allusions to Vietnam.

Science knows now that our brain does not simply store our experiences. Each experience changes the brain, structurally, electrically, chemically. The brain becomes the experience. If we are careful about the experiences we give our brains, we can change the brain itself.

The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but its echo endures much longer.

Hatch never forgives and he never forgets," Zeus said. "He's like an elephant with anger management issues.