Quotes About Memory

Aye, but the hand that had murdered had once pressed the mother's breast into the thirsting mouth, had stolen into the father's hand when they went out into the dark. Aye, but the murderer afraid of death had once been a child afraid of the night.

And he was silent again, for who is not silent when someone is dead, who was a small bright boy?

Há quanto tempo eu não olhava você dormir? (...) E o que vejo agora é que, embora há anos durma sem mim, longe de mim, CONTRA MIM, continua dormindo com os braços amassados debaixo do travesseiro...

Tell me: do you ever actually remember having a heart, or were you born dead?

I was watching TV at age 9 or 10, and my mom said that I came from the front room and I told her that I want to act. And she said if you want to do this at 18, then you can. It was a very simple story, yet, I do not even remember the conversation that I had with my mother. Until she reminded me of the story many years later.

The line from psychologists is, if you've seen it before, it hasn't killed you yet.

Jesus. I had a dream last night too. You had. I dreamt that my Grandma had just died yesterday. Dear God. And she had died long before I was born. He looked at me with astounded eyes, and felt his neck, and then he patted my knee. Aisy son, he said. Why did I dream her? Because you never met her. The dead you never met die a little bit every day in your head.

There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

How many powerful memories are triggered by smell and taste? Your mothers old perfume, the smell your fathers breath, the taste of the soap theyd make you eat.

One of the techniques that I use to imitate psychic phenomena is photographic memory.

All of us can be influenced through psychological techniques. For example, if I say dont think of a black cat what do you do? You think of a black cat because the command think of a black cat was there in the sentence. Techniques like this can be used to influence peoples thoughts, behaviour, even their memory.

There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.

human memory is short, and history always repeats itself.

Memories Distort Observation

History seeks to be everyone's truth, but is limited by available facts. More often than not, what is passed off as history is mythology, someone's understanding of truth shaped by memory, feelings and desire, available facts notwithstanding. However, it is never fantasy, or no one's truth.

Parrots can remember and repeat words and speak like human beings. But they do not understand what they are saying. As far as they are concerned, these are only sounds that humans have taught them to say.

The obsessive passion of Pururava for Urvashi that led to his downfall would become manifest generations later in Shantanu, not once but twice, first in his love for Ganga and then his love for Satyavati, with the same disastrous consequences. Because human memory is short, and history always repeats itself.

Yama states that the body has two parts: soul and flesh, atma and sharira. The atma is immortal. Only the sharira can die. The soul is surrounded by three shariras: Sthula-sharira or the flesh Sukshma-sharira or the mind Karana-sharira or the causal body, memory of deeds

More often than not, what is passed off as history is mythology, someone's understanding of truth shaped by memory, feelings and desire, available facts notwithstanding.

human memory is short, and history always repeats itself." ? Devdutt Pattanaik, Jaya: An Illustrated Retelling of the Mahabharata

Kenangan itu adalah hantu di sudut pikir. Selama kita cuma diam dan nggak berbuat apa-apa, selamanya dia tetap jadi hantu.

People look at you and forget about things.

Dad says that everyone invented baklava." It occurs to me now to wonder what that means. Aunt Aya rolls her eyes. "Your father? He is the worst of the worst. He thinks he cooks and eats Arabic food but these walnuts were not grown from Jordanian earth and this butter was not made from Jordanian lambs. He is eating the shadow of a memory. He cooks to remember but the more he eats, the more he forgets.

Something that her love had made would still be alive.