Quotes About Memory

It was a hard time. It was something I would love to erase from my memory.

Which of us that is thirty years old has not had its Pompeii? Deep under ashes lies the life of youth--the careless sport, the pleasure and the passion, the darling joy.

It occurred to me in my junior year of high school. I got my first letter from a big college. I still have that letter to this day - a letter from Indiana.

They say the first World Series is the one you remember most. No, no no. I guarantee you don't remember that one because the fantasy world you always dreamed about is suddenly real.

The idol of today pushes the hero of yesterday out of our recollection; and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor of tomorrow.

I don't know how old I am because a goat ate the Bible that had my birth certificate in it. The goat lived to be twenty-seven.

That's why men need instant replays in sports. They've already forgotten what happened.

There were no competitions on television. The first skating competition I ever remember seeing on television was the 1968 Olympics when Peggy Fleming won.

There are two aspects to being competitive; one is to do with sports, and the other is about technical skills. Being able to recollect the moves and apply them when necessary is a critical aspect.

But the Earth holds ghosts, even of entire nations.

Memoria este un proces de editare care exagereaz? inevitabil unele episoade, le reprim? pe altele È™i aranjeaz? evenimentele într-o ordine mai clar?, dar nimeni nu recunoaÈ™te asta despre propria memorie.

if human beings really grasped how synthetic their world was - how much of it was stitched together not from direct perception, but from interpolation, memory, educated guesswork - they would go quietly mad.

War was about yawning chasms of inactivity, punctuated by brief, screaming interludes of action. And in those brief, screaming interludes, events happened both quickly and with dreamlike slowness, every instant burned into memory.

Siamo sempre inclini a dimenticare ciò che abbiamo detto o fatto nel passato, anche per non avere il tremendo obbligo di rimanervi fedeli. Mi pare che altrimenti tutti dovremmo scoprirci pieni di errori, e, soprattutto, di contraddizioni, tra quello che ci siamo proposti di fare e quello che abbiamo fatto, tra quello che avremmo desiderato di essere e quello che ci siamo accontentati di essere in realtà. [Quaderno proibito]

Intelligence is not the ability to store information, but to know where to find it.

Paper is to write things down that we need to remember. Our brains are used to think.

Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today's events

Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.

Every reminiscence is colored by the way things are today, and therefore by a delusive point of view.

It hardly matters why a library is destroyed: every banning, curtailment, shredding, plunder or loot gives rise (at least as a ghostly presence) to a louder, clearer, more durable library of the banned, looted, plundered, shredded or curtailed.

Deserted libraries hold the shades of writers who worked within, and are haunted by their absence.

And sometimes, when the stars are kind, we read with an intake of breath, with a shudder, as if someone or something had 'walked over our grave,' as if a memory had suddenly been rescued from a place deep within us - the recognition of something we never knew was there, or of something we vaguely felt as a flicker or a shadow, whose ghostly form rises and passes back into us before we can see what it is, leaving us older and wiser.

Over the years, my experience, my tastes, my prejudices have changed: as the days go by, my memory keeps reshelving, cataloguing, discarding the volumes in my library, my words and my world - except for a few constant landmarks - are never one and the same. Heraclitus's bon mot about time applies equally well to my reading: "You never dip into the same book twice.

There are those who, while reading a book, recall, compare, conjure up emotions from other, previous readings <...> This is one of the most delicate forms of adultery.