Quotes About Memory

To enter the past is like poking a baseball bat into a spiderweb: it can't be done subtly or delicately.

We make only a small blaze, and then we go out; but in his springtime and his summer he had burned brightly enough, and he did not feel he had earned this sullen, joyless autumn.

In the words of Albert Einstein: Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.

In fact, if you remind them, they often respond with anger or irritation.

Nothing really dies as long as it's not forgotten

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

If any person wants to see clearly just how much she has changed - whether for better or worse - let her revisit after some lapse of time any place where she has ones lived. She will meet her former self at every turn, with every familiar face, in every old recollection ... She will see how much she has gained in some respects, how much she has lost - irretrievably lost - in others.

Anne looked at the white young mother with a certain awe that had never entered into her feelings for Diana before. Could this pale woman with the rapture in her eyes be the little black-curled, rosy-cheeked Diana she had played with in vanished schooldays? It gave her a queer desolate feeling that she herself somehow belonged only in those past years and had no business in the present at all.

The dead will only be dead if you stop remembering them.

How difficult it is to realize that one we have always known can really be dead, said Anne

And yet... you wouldn't want it to stop hurting... you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could.

His face just looks like one of those long, narrow stones in the graveyard, doesn't it? 'Sacred to the memory' ought to be written on his forehead.

He who accepts human love must bind it to his soul with pain, and she is not lost to me. Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

On Monday I received a letter from Golden Days, a Philadelphia juvenile, accepting a short story I had sent there and enclosing a cheque for five dollars. It was the first money my pen had ever earned; I did not squander it in riotous living, neither did I invest it in necessary boots and gloves. I went up town and bought five volumes of poetry with it -- Tennyson, Byron, Milton, Longfellow, Whittier. I wanted something I could keep for ever in memory of having arrived.

Well, all I hope, said Miss Cornelia calmly, is that when I'm dead nobody will call me 'our departed sister.

She had died in her sleep, painlessly and calmly, and on her face was a smile- as if, after all, death had come as a kindly friend to lead her over the threshold, instead of the grisly phantom she had dreaded...Anne, looking down through a mist of tears, at her old playfellow, thought she saw the face of God had meant Ruby to have, and remembered it so always.

Mi vida es un perfecto cementerio de esperanzas enterradas.

Rilla meant to keep Walter's letter as a a sacred treasure.

If it be true that we count time by heart throbs Emily lived two years in it instead of two days.

I couldn't remember one word when I woke up this morning. And I'm afraid I'll never be able to think out another one as good. Somehow, things never are so good when they're thought out a second time. Have you ever noticed that?

cubriré el pasado con el manto del olvido».

But would you believe it? I couldn't remember one word when I woke up this morning. And I'm afraid I'll never be able to think out another one as good. Somehow, things never are so good when they're thought out a second time. Have you ever noticed that?

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes." -Anne of green gables

One would not drink of the cup of forgetfulness if one could.