Quotes About Memory

If a man write little, he had need have a great memory."[12]

What value is there to reading one, three, or more chapters of Scripture only to find that after you've finished, you can't recall a thing you've read? It's better to read a small amount of Scripture and meditate on it than to read an extensive section without meditation.

I would like to be remembered as a person who accomplished something who was kind and loving. I would like to leave behind me the memory of a human being who behaved properly and tried to help others.

I catch the idea by two senses. But when I read aloud I hear what is read and I see it, and hence two senses get it and I remember it better, if I do not understand it better.

But further, Hobbesian individualism required that traditional independent social authorities be eliminated or suppressed. Benjamin Constant, who was a keen observer of the French Revolution, explained why: "The interests and memories which spring from local customs contain a germ of resistance which is so distasteful to authority that it hastens to uproot it. Authority finds private individuals easier game: its enormous weight can flatten them out effortlessly as if they were so much sand.

A stock, then, is the present memory of the history of changing flows within the system.

He fainted. Then he came to and remembered what happened and fainted again.

Worse yet, there are those who would abandon the tangible world altogether in favor of a virtual reality assembled in computer networks - memory palaces dislodged from the earth and inhabited by electronic speculation. We intend to remain unabashedly earthbound, ready to spend out limited days imagining palpable places, places that people can reach on their feet and fill with their presence.

I don't need again to learn the bitter lesson that everything I love is a flame between two fingers, no act undone, no word unsaid.

I am taking this in, slowly, Taking it into my body. This grief. How slow The body is to realize You are never coming back.

A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

There are such things as ghosts. People everywhere have always known that. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now, we call them by different names. Memory. The unconscious.

Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself - quite to one's surprise - in an entirely different world.

Eran extraños los caminos del corazón. Uno podía pasar años habituado a una pérdida, resignado, y después, con un pensamiento casual, el dolor volvía a la superficie, agudo y desnudo como una herida reciente.

students, "If you need a hand on the test, just call on Archangel Zadkiel because he is the 'Memory Archangel ' who helps you remember things.

It scares me, suddenly, to know I can't remember how home sounds. Not one bird call, nor the water over rocks. There's so much you can't save by writing down.

I wanted to write about my mother as she should have been if she had not been messed up by World War I.

My father was in the First World War.

Piece by piece, my mother is being stolen from me.

He couldn't make her understand that. She'd not been educated beyond simple words. To her the most bitter cup was to be cut away from life. To lose this amber hair, this crimson mouth, this molten flesh; to receive in its place the cold ash of oblivion. He repeated, "There's worse things. There's wishing you could die. There's wishing you could close your eyes and your memory forever.

Who am I? Or possibly, who AM I? Make it who I WAS, because once I was somebody.

Every time I blinked I saw her: the untroubled face, the motionless body, the detail of her tattoo. Every time I breathed I realised that the woman with the Brighton Mermaid tattoo wasn't going to do that ever again.

I was a bridesmaid at a wedding in one picture.

Sorrow is tranquillity remembered in emotion.