Quotes About Memory

It is not entirely impossible that I might, like my mother, come to the end of my days murmuring, about some random memory: "It was absolutely divine.

The voice took Damian right back to a time when Joyce, he and Laurence were sitting at the table playing blackjack. It was all crisp edges and clusters of colours in his head, Joyce's purple cardigan, the gold buttons, the flowers on the table, the orange curtain. The vividness, the immediacy of the image, brought tears to his eyes.

I will know how to hold you just by the look in your eye, I will never forget - not even on the day that I die. This is a promise of my passion for you, smile at me and make it true.

All the people we loved, who have died, are still alive in the past. The only thing that really separates us is time. It's a matter of perspective. That's what separates optimism and pessimism.

Three syllables and three thousand memories.

For four years she'd subsisted on memories of this—his voice, his face, the sound of his breath and his heartbeat. She felt him like a leaf feels the sun, like a magnet feels metal.

Remember the Russians!

So many people supported me through my public life and I will never forget them.

This boy is dead now, I knew it before taking him in my arms, I can remember his face, his suffering, his voice.

Which is crueler, an old man's lost memories of a life lived, or a young man's lost memories of the life he meant to live?

Because IQ tests favor memory skills and logic, overlooking artistic creativity, insight, resiliency, emotional reserves, sensory gifts, and life experience, they can't really predict success, let alone satisfaction.

Two decades had passed, yet she still saw her parents' bloodied bodies in every shooting victim she treated.

More often than not, family stories turn out to be etched in sand rather than granite. Even the parts we think are true—even the parts about ourselves—crumble

redhead." CeeCee remembered

I had the feeling if I hadn't been there

her mouthing the words, 'That's my Daddy.'" Ben

We can't save the past or solve the riddle of love. But to me, it's worth trying.

The train surges forward. I start singing an old Irving Berlin song Mom used to play on the piano: "How much do I love you? I'll tell you no lie. How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?…And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry? How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?

The only thing she could be certain of was that each day forward would carry the past

I'm always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.

We know of the tensions between the first Church in Jerusalem and Churches in which Paul of Tarsus became the prominent teacher .. The Jerusalem Church remained closer to the parent Judaism than other Churches did, that secondary grouping of other Churches revered the ministry and then the memory of Paul, who suffered the potential handicap of never having met the lord in his public ministry unlike his contemporaries in the Jerusalem leadership who included relatives of the lord.

Floyd Talbert wrote shortly before his death, "Dick, you are loved and will never be forgotten by any soldier who ever served under you. You are the best friend I ever had…you were my ideal, and motor in combat…you are to me the greatest soldier I could ever hope to meet.

buscaba el olor puro del aliento, ese que acompaña a la palabra y al suspiro y convierte a una desconocida —pues la mayoría de las veces ni sabía ni sabría nunca el nombre de la donante— en alguien inolvidable.

Quand je mourrai, je regretterai surtout de savoir que périssent les yeux qui l'ont vue et le cÅ"ur qui l'a contemplée.