Quotes About Memory

they lodge themselves in the infinite corners of recall, and then return in their full regalia in ones and twos and threes, each little bunch stepping forward to corrode the heart with venom again and again.

memory of her grief

People like Uncle Hashim can say things like that, even if they are true. They can store them for years, hold on to them and let them harden and solidify, until the moment arrives when they can be delivered as they had been intended to, to crush a bone or bruise the heart.

Abdulrazak Gurnah

Evin sessizliÄŸi beni boÄŸuyordu ve bana onu hat?rlatan çok fazla eÅŸya vard?.

Abdulrazak Gurnah

He doesn't visit me in dreams, but the smell of garlic on my fingers reminds me of him and, by extension, he loss of him. Sulfurous, maybe a little shameful, the smell reminds me of love.

In the small village I'm from we had a very old custom. On a child's first day of school, the rabbi would give him a slate on which the first two letters of the Hebrew alphabet were written in honey. The rabbi asked the child to lick up the letters and go on to use the slate to learn to read and write. The child would always remember that learning was sweet like honey.

Qué es la felicidad? Nada. Una palabra para designar algo que siempre ocurre en el pasado, y, como siempre ocurre en el pasado, resulta que nunca ocurrió.

Grief is not a pleasure, but it makes me remember, and I am grateful.

The past is in the wastebasket.

You had a certain way of saying my name. It was the inflection maybe, something you put into those three syllables. And now you are gone and my name is just my name again, not the story of my life.

He remembers what I forget and I remember what he forgets. It's too late for either of us to make another old friend.

These festivities took place not in the Kremlin, but in Peter's new capital, St Petersburg, which he called his 'paradise' and 'darling'. Three considerations prompted him to build a city in the swamps at the head of the Gulf of Finland near the mouth of the Neva river: his love for the sea, a desire to perpetuate his memory, and hatred for the Kremlin. For twenty years beginning in 1703 the royal coffers were ransacked to create this 'great window

What shall I do to be forever known,And make the age to come my own?

No man has a good enough memory to make a successful liar.

The observer, that old record keeper, the chronicler of events, made his appearance in that taxi. The hands of my clock turned elastic while I imprinted these feelings in memory. You must remember this. It was all I had, all I've ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.

When he recalls it in later years, he will wonder if he is distorting it, embellishing it, because each time he consciously recalls her, that forms a new memory, a new imprint to be stacked on top of the previous one. He fears that too much handling will make it crumble.

it was all I had, all I've ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory." p 380

Impending death had a way of unexpectedly unearthing the past so that it came together with the present in an unholy coupling.

A chasm separates that memory from this moment.

Tizitash zeweter wode ene eye metah. I can't help thinking about you.

Child, the past is past, and furthermore it's different every time I remember it.

But such memories are woven from gossamer threads; time eats holes in the fabric, and these she must darn with myth and fable.