Quotes About Memory

If we look at the Bible as a memory aid meant to reorient us to where we came from and get us back home, it might mean we live a life filled with the kind of adventure it was always intended to hold. At least that's what happened to me.

But as she watched Lito and Papi lift up Ivan's body, the empty place inside got bigger and bigger, until she was more empty than full.

the first step in liquidating a people . . . is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then have somebody write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long the nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was.

If the whole human race lay in one grave, the epitaph on its headstone might well be: 'It seemed like a good idea at the time.

In a world of shifting past, these memories are wheat in wind, fleet in dreams, shapes in clouds. Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened.

Without memory, each night is the first night, each morning is the first morning, each kiss and touch are the first.

Continents of memory had been lost.

Says Carroll: "When I came to understand that the reason I can remember the past but not the future is ultimately related to conditions at the Big Bang, that was a startling epiphany.

But what is the past? Could it be, the firmness of the past is just illusion? Could the past be a kaleidoscope, a pattern of images shift with each disturbance of a sudden breeze, a laugh, a thought? And if the shift is everywhere, how would we know?

A spinster sees the face of the young man who loved her in the mirror of her bedroom, on the ceiling of the bakery, on the surface of the lake, in the sky.

unopened. When her son stands in the night outside her house, she goes to bed early. In the morning, she looks at his photograph, writes adoring letters to a long-defunct address. A spinster sees the face of the young man who loved her in the mirror of her bedroom, on the ceiling of the bakery, on the surface of the lake, in the sky. The

No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.

Remember? Ohh, I wouldn't do that! Remembering's dangerous. I find the past such a worrying, anxious place. The past tense, I supposed you'd call it. Ha ha ha.

I'm not exactly sure what happened. Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another... If I'm going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice! ~ JOKER

Places don't stay where you left them. You go back there, anywhere, and even if it looks exactly how it did before, it's somewhere else.

The people that we are when we're alive, that's who we are forever, nipper.

Information is the only thing that can be lost in an imperishable universe. Mind is the only thing that truly dies.

He'd been wrong to tell the freaked-out teenager that it would all get better, because actually it didn't. It just faded to a deep held chord, a pedal-organ drone behind the normal noise of life, a thing that you forgot about and thought you'd put away forever, but it was still there. It was still here. He

Although the fire is dead, these cinders are its voice

inverted memories of this immediate revelation, memories that in some puzzling fashion one might have before their subject had occurred. The

These days, though, he'd lowered his sights and if he thought about what might be after death at all it was in terms of how he'd be remembered, or else how he'd be forgotten.

As he remembered Alma pointing out during their meeting of the previous year, it wasn't that he might have gone insane that was the prime cause for concern, but rather the alarming possibility that he might not have done.

Everyone went away. Everything vanished. People, places, turned to painful shadows of their former selves and then were put to sleep, just like the Boroughs had been.

Would age now swiftly overtake him? Would this terrible nodding last now for all his days, so that men said aloud in his presence, it is nothing, he is old and does nothing but forget? And would he nod as though he too were saying, Yes, it is nothing, I am old and do nothing but forget? But who would know that he said, I do nothing but remember?