Quotes About Memory

Do not forget birthdays. This is in no way a propaganda for a larger population.

It's fun to be blond, and it's almost difficult to remember how I used to look with my proper hair color.

I guess that is what I remember of 'Mezzanine': it was a proper struggle.

I remember, the first time I gave Dad a proper hug, it was big.

I must have been 15 or 16 when I left Antrim Grammar, but I do remember having my first proper kiss when I lived there.

If you don't get a good night's sleep, the events of the day are not properly encoded in memory.

It is a way we reassess our past. We can do that in poetry in ways we can't do in prose.

That's what you're looking for as a writer when you're working. You're looking for your own freedom. To lose your inhibition to delve deep into your memory and experiences and life and then to find the prose that will persuade the reader.

I remember, as a federal prosecutor myself, it's only a 3-year appointment, and they interviewed my childhood neighbors.

When I was writing my first novel, 'Elizabeth is Missing,' I was writing the only novel I had ever written and writing about the only protagonist I'd ever written about. Because of this, I didn't think of her as a construct. Maud was real.

Our efforts to preserve and protect the Alamo are first and foremost about preserving and protecting the story of the battle itself.

My feeling is, when you are writing an essay, you don't make anything up. This may be a very Protestant notion, and I'm aware of the fact that memory is fallible, that if I had access to films or some absolute documentary evidence of what happened, it might look different; we get confused and fuzzy.

I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars.

The sleeplessness is proven; it eradicates your memory.

Do not revive a grief I had forgotten.

yet it was just as it is when you go back to a place from childhood – both exactly the same and quite different.

I had been there before; I knew all about it.

She told me later that she had made a kind of note of me in her mind, as, scanning the shelf for a particular book, one will sometimes have one's attention caught by another, take it down, glance at the title page and saying I must read that, too, when I've the time, replace it and continue the search.

My father from long habit took a book with him to the table and then, remembering my presence, furtively dropped it under his chair.

It is easy, retrospectively, to endow one's youth with a false precocity or a false innocence; to tamper with the dates marking one's stature on the edge of the door.

He was fortified by a memory which kept only the good things and rejected the ill. Despite his sorrows, he had had a fair share of joys and these were ever fresh and accessible.

I remember no syllable of them now, but the other, more ancient lore which I acquired that term will be with me in one shape or another to my last hour. "I like this bad set and I like getting drunk at luncheon"; that was enough then. Is more needed now?

My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one gray morning of war-time.

It's frightening, Julia once said, to think how completely you have forgotten Sebastian. He was the forerunner. That's what you said in the storm. I've thought since: perhaps I am only a forerunner, too.