Quotes About Memory

Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.

How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.

Não há múmias, pedaços de tecido colados ao osso, medas de sal ou cadáveres que jamais estivessem nem metade dos mortos que estamos hoje.

El dolor mismo es el único elemento de la memoria; porque el placer termina en sí mismo

These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.

Esos momentos son los que colman al escritor, no al enamorado, y perduran para siempre. Podemos evocarlos cuantas veces queramos o utilizarlos como fundamento para construir esa parte de la vida que es la tarea de escribir.

He would wake to see the towers and minarets printed on the exhausted, dust-powdered sky, and see as if en montage on them the giant footprints of the historical memory which lies behind the recollections of individual personality, its mentor and guide: indeed its inventor, since man is only an extension of the spirit of place.

I return, link by link, along the iron chains of memory.

These are the moments which possess the writer, not the lover, and which live on perpetually. One can return to them time and time again in memory, or use them as a fund upon which to build the part of one's life which is writing. One can debauch them with words, but one cannot spoil them.

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.

I believe that if I should die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps.

As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape.

I was born when you kissed me.

I am six years old and instead of celebrating with birthday cakes, I chew on a piece of charcoal.

It's quite sad to see how many people I've known over that years that just die off, you know like wilted flowers. Well, there's something to be said for flowers in the dustbin.

Whenever I went to an historical moment that was sad or where something terrible happened, it was, for me, a learning moment, a teaching moment for those who survived.

And the sad truth is that nobody wants me to write comedy. The Exorcist not only ended that career, it expunged all memory of its existence.

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.

Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

It's a sad world we live in when a human being leaves so little of a mark that no one even realizes it when he's gone

Halloween put me on the map, and I'm very sad to hear of his death.

What if we're all like that? Like ghosts ... in someone's mind ... gradually fading ... fading ... until finally ... one day ... we just disappear ... drift into nothingness. Wouldn't that be sad?

Things I Want to Happen After I die: You're allowed to be sad, but you're not allowed to be too sad. If you're always sad when you think about me, then how can you remember me? —Sam McQueen

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck