Quotes About Memory

Sem o momento, não existiriam nem a antecipação nem a lembrança, mas como os dois são melhores que o momento!

Ah, como passas as coisas deste mundo, nada do que se constrói é perene, nada do que se faz é bem lembrado além de seu tempinho, nada fica como está, nunca se volta, nunca se volta.?

You cannot measure the loss of a human life. It's all the things a person was, all their dreams, all the people who loved them, all they hoped to be and could give back to the world.

old ways of doing things. It is the ability to make ancient truth the living memory of today. Only the elderly have lived through both the good and the bad decisions of the past. It is they, then, who have the wisdom to alert us to alternatives, to evaluate present choices from the perspective of history. The role of

The young hear memory in the voice of their elders and, delighted by these voices from the past or bored by them, too often miss the content behind the content. Memory is not about what went on in the past. It is about what is going on inside of us right this moment. It is never idle. It never lets us alone.

Van egy hely túl életen és halálon, Ahol az égen nincs felhÅ', és a folyók vize tiszta. Emlékezz rám, és ott rád találok.

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.

I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.

A voracious reader with a large memory for what she read

I don't expect to have a fully verified story of how Jo's disorder developed, but I don't think that historical accuracy is as important as what I call "emotional truth." People attach different levels of significance to the same events. No two participants in any event remember it in exactly the same way. A single broken promise, for example, among thousands of promises kept, might not be remembered by a parent, but may never be forgotten by the child who was disappointed. (34)

It's like I'm carrying around this huge secret that I'm never supposed to tell. But since I don't remember just what I'm supposed to keep secret, I'm afraid I'll tell it by mistake.

The accuracy of my memories, whether things happened exactly the way that the personalities remember, doesn't really matter. If my memory, combined with the memories of the other personalities, provides some coherent past, then that is far better than the blankness I have. Whatever inaccuracies may occur because of the passage of time or because of the colored intensity of "emotional truth" harm no one. All that matters is that I gain a firm grasp on what is real. (165)

Are any of these anxieties or beliefs about my past real? Maybe I'm just making them up?re-creating the past. I have to smile as I look at what I just wrote. I can tell when my solitary exploration becomes too threatening, or when I'm treading close to a memory too frightening to be remembered. Rather than push through unfamiliar brush, I stomp the well-worn path of "Maybe I'm making all of this up." But retreating there no longer makes sense to me.

Rusty visualized his mind as being like a fishing net. The only thing he could remember were the little drops that clung to his mental netting.

city, but still it lingered, like a tune or an aroma, set in motion whenever

Puedes contemplar una imagen durante toda una semana y no volver a pensar en ella de nuevo. Aunque también puedes mirar una foto tan solo un segundo y recordarla toda la vida.

History is not a dead thing or a sure thing. It lived with our choices and our dreams. It is the story of our glories and our sadnesses. It is at different times a lover, an enemy, a teacher, a prophet. It is always a collective memory as complicated and contradictory as people who lived it, but it is always a people's story. Let our tale be marked by our knowledge of what had to be done, and let it shine with the passion of our attempt.

We take gingko to sharpen our memories. We could be memorizing song lyrics instead.

It's been so long since I made love I can't even remember who gets tied up.

Funny how an absence can feel like a presence, like that space practically glows with her outline and make me notice how she's not here.

And now they were across the world in a wholly new place, but -- and she wasn't sure what this meant -- every new place reminded her of an old place. The moon, after all, was still the moon.

When the memory of one's predecessors is buried, the assumption persists that there were none and each generation of women believes itself to be faced with the burden of doing everything for the first time. And if no one ever did it before, if no woman was ever that socially sacred creature, "a great writer," why do we think we can succeed now?

When the memory of one's predecessors is buried, the as­sumption persists that there were none and each generation of women believes itself to be faced with the burden of doing everything for the first time.