Quotes About Memory

everyone called him "Watzisname",' said Beth to

Are you saying that you people knew about these amorophobots all the time? Of course we did. They attacked us in Iceland. Remember? No. I was unconscious.

Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.

Luckily, he had the memory span of a particularly dim goldfish, so with any luck he'd have forgotten all about the comment by the time they'd completed their mission.

Don't say gone, say dead —that's what they are.

Ik herinner me hem wel, Holly. Ik herinner het me allemaal. Vooral jou. Het is een hele troost dat jij hier bij me bent.' … 'Dat is heel lief van je, Artemis,' zei ze na even te hebben nagedacht. 'Maar je hoeft voor mij niet te doen alsof.

Ik weet het nog goed,' begon Wurm melodramatisch. 'Het was een donkere nacht.

I can tell you what love means, dictionary-wise, all the synonyms and so forth. And I can tell you all about endorphins and synapses and muscle memory. But ardour's resonance in the heart is a mystery to me. I'm a computer, Arthur. Arthur hid his disappointment with the traditional brisk rubbing of hands and stiffening of upper lip. Of course. No problem. I am made to live for ever but you are made to live.

Memories and movies are as real as each other to me. You, Peter Pan, the Loch Ness monster, me. It's all real. Maybe.

Our lives are not good—it is not the Afghanistan we remember—but it is still life.

Kreb vergisst nie die Friedhöfe, wo er beerdigt worden ist.

I am loth to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearthstone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.58

destruction of the past, or rather the social mechanisms that link one's contemporary experience to that of earlier generations, is one of the most characteristic and eerie phenomena of the late twentieth century. Most young men and women at the century's end grow up in a permanent present lacking any organic relation to the public past of the times in which they live

For the memory is selective and it is easier to remember what one wants to remember, so if I have to chose between the splendour and the miseries, I will chose the moments of happiness in spite of the fact that there are few situations in which men and women are completely happy and completely free.

It's funny how sometimes the people we remember the least make the greatest impression on us.

I see the whole episode in my memory as if it were a very crisply photographed black and white movie. Directed by Bergman perhaps.We are playing ourselves in the movie version. If only we could escape from always having to play ourselves !

I remember everything but forgive anyway.

These bits speak history's tattered tale. How we cling to scraps, shards, sea glass- because we cannot stay.

What we remember lacks the hard edge of fact. To help us along we create little fictions, highly subtle and individual scenarios which clarify and shape our experience. The remembered event becomes a fiction, a structure made to accommodate certain feelings. This is obvious to me. If it weren't for these structures, art would be too personal for the artist to create, much less for the audience to grasp. Even film, the most literal of all the arts, is edited. —Jerzy Kosinski

filled her memory bank with shiny coins.

PoÅ'o?yÅ' mi rÄ™kÄ™ na ramieniu, utkwiÅ' we mnie swe jasne tÄ™czówki i, cho? dzisiaj nie potrafiÄ™ stwierdzi?, czy to powiedziaÅ', czy zrozumiaÅ'em go bez sÅ'ów, daÅ' mi swojÄ… ostatniÄ… radÄ™ Saharyjczyka: - Nie zapomnij tego, co niezapomniane.

Parfois, j'en viens à souhaiter qu'arrive très vite le jour où ma mère sera redevenue un nouveau-né pour que je la serre dans mes bras. Je lui dirais enfin combien je l'aime. Un baiser d'adieu pour moi. Pour elle un baiser de bienvenue...

flags would be their final memory of loved ones. "Did Glen have any news?" Carolyn asked. Though the censors would not let them mention anything in their letters, men at the front sometimes heard about planned

The food doesn't matter, really. What it evokes does.