Quotes About Memory

That when we live no more, We may live ever

You must go back with me to the autumn of 1827.

SPIRIT RULES SECRETLY ALONE THE BODY ACHIEVES NOTHINGis something you knowinstinctively at fourteen and can still remember even with hell in your headat sixteen.

You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where do I put it down?

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hand down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country. I can feel that other day running underneath this one like an old videotape

My mother forbad us to walk backwards. That is how the dead walk, she would say. Where did she get this idea? Perhaps from a bad translation. The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but they do walk behind us. They have no lungs and cannot call out but would love for us to turn around. They are victims of love, many of them.

I walk and walk with cold hands. Back at the house it is filled with longing, nothing to carry longing away. I look back over my life. I try to find analogies. There are none. I have longed for people before, I have loved people before. Not like this. It was not this.

My mother forbade us to walk backwards. That is how the dead walk, she would say. Where did she get this idea? Perhaps from a bad translation. The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but they do walk behind us. They have no lungs and cannot call out but would love for us to turn around. They are victims of love, many of them.

You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down? She shifted to a question about airports.

In later years this is the one memory he wishes would go away and not come back. And the reason he cannot bear her dying is not the loss of her (which is the future) but that dying puts the two of them (now) into this nakedness together that is unforgiveable. They do not forgive it. He turns away. This roaring air in his arms. She is released.

After all why study the past? Because you may wish to repeat it.

Proust Sonras? denen çöle bir kez ad?m at?nca, bu türden listeler yapmak bulabileceÄŸiniz en büyük eÄŸlenceler aras?nda.

I stopped watching. I forgot about Nudes. I lived my life, which felt like a switched-off TV. Something had gone through me and out and I could not own it.

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hands down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country.

You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?

J'essaie ici, en tentant de le recréer, de rappeler au bon souvenir des Suisses un homme dont on s'est pourtant accordé à dire qu'il avait, par ses entreprises , transformé la vie sociale de Londres, et beaucoup fait pour le Tessin.

That was the cruelty of memory. The way it could ambush you. Take you out at the knees.

That was the cruelty of memory. The way it could ambush you.

In the field of memory, land mines were buried everywhere, easily tripped.

You can not libel the dead, I think, you can only console them.

Jej bÅ'Ä™kit zajÄ…Å' miejsce w szarych zakamarkach jego mózgu i pozostaÅ' tam do koÅ"ca ?ycia

I have all my regrets between pouring the wine and reaching for the glass.

I get out of the car to look at it. 1922–1989

A righteous man will be remembered forever. He will have no fear of bad news; his heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD. His heart is secure, he will have no fear. PSALM 112:6 – 8