Quotes About Memory

Tal vez, lejos de París, podría escribir sobre París tal como en París era capaz de escribir sobre Michigan.

We only knew then that there was always the war, but that we were not going to it anymore.

Il avait le poisson sous les yeux et il lui suffisait de regarder ses mains et de sentir son dos contre le bois de l'arrière pour savoir que cela était bel et bien arrivé et que ce n'était pas un rêve.

It's gone the way the mist is burned off the hollows in broken ground when the sun comes out,' the Colonel said. 'And you're the sun.

I have all the poems stashed away' ... 'You were very thoughtful about them, Hem. It is not that things should be published. But I believe now that it is important that they exist. We've both existed quite a lot haven't we Hem?

If you can do this you are beginning to get what you are trying for, which is to make something that will become a part of the reader's experience and a part of his memory.

But there are remises or storage places where you may leave or store certain things such as a locker trunk or duffel bag containing personal effects or the unpublished poems of Evan Shipman or marked maps or even weapons there was no time to turn over to the proper authorities and this book contains material from the remises of my memory and of my heart. Even if the one has been tampered with and the other does not exist.

I've never loved any one else the way I love you. I'm full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.' 'Stop it. Harry, why do you have to turn into a devil now?' 'I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.

Mary's extremely nice cousin had given us two small square sacking-covered pillows filled with balsam needles. I always slept with mine under my neck or, if I slept on my side, with my ear on it. It was the smell of Michigan when I was a boy and I wished I could have had a sweet-grass basket to keep it in when we traveled and to have under the mosquito net in the bed at night.

Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the female was and then went down deep, his lavender wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and all his wide lavender stripes showing. He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed.

Still one does not forget people because they are dead...

There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were nor how it was changed nor with what difficulties nor what ease it could be reached. It was always worth it and we received a return for whatever we brought to it.

L'amore è l'amore e il divertimento è divertimento. Ma c'è sempre un tale silenzio quando muore un pesciolino rosso.

Le mille volte che già lo aveva dimostrato non avevano importanza. Ora lo stava dimostrando di nuovo. Ogni volta era una volta nuova, e non pensava mai al passato, quando lo faceva.

You father was a great man. -But I don't know. It looks to me like, when they turn some man, than there's nothing left of him.

I knew that now, reading it in the oversensitized state of my mind after much too much brandy, I would remember it somewhere, and afterward it would seem as though it had really happened to me. I would always have it.

Those who have entered it honorably, and no men ever entered earth more honorably than those who died in Spain, already have achieved immortality.

I turned on the light again and read. I read the Turgenieff. I knew that now, reading it in the oversensitized state of my mind after much too much brandy, I would remember it somewhere, and afterward it would seem as though it had really happened to me. I would always have it.

I hope when I die, they won't put on my tombstone, 'He wrote Miss Jane Pittman .' Put anything else, but don't put just that.

Tell Nannan I walked.

Memories wasn't a place, memories was in the mind.

I am suggesting is that the past, as we remember it, has little to do with causal or determining factos that have in some way made, or influenced, us as we are today. Rather, the remembered past provides us with the means to maintain, or validate, who we are today and to give focus and direction to who we might wish to become at some future point in time.

I am suggesting is that the past, as we remember it, has little to do with causal or determining factors that have in some way made, or influenced, us as we are today. Rather, the remembered past provides us with the means to maintain, or validate, who we are today and to give focus and direction to who we might wish to become at some future point in time.

We all know the old adage about why an elephant with all its power can be held in place by a small rope and peg. This is because elephants remember when they were babies and did not have the strength to pull the peg out of the ground. In short, elephants remain captive because their memories lie to them. They tell them that their past is their future—that what they experienced before will always be the reality that is before them.