Quotes About Memory

If you've ever tried to keep a diary, then you'll know that the problem of trying to write about the past really starts in the present: No matter how fast you write, you're always stuck in the then and you can never catch up to what's happening now ; which means that now is pretty much doomed to extinction.

The cat still seemed to be somewhat there with him, but only as an absence, a cat-shaped hole.

So then you ask her when her birthday is, and she says, "Hmm, I don't really remember being born . . ." And if you pester her some more and ask her how long she's been alive, she says, "I've always been here as far as I remember.

I have to hurry up and write them down before I forget. I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.

It's probably the oldest question in the book, but that doesn't mean it's not special to you. Every person is trapped in their own particular bubble of delusion, and it's every person's task in life to break free. Books can help. We can make the past into the present, take you back in time and help you remember. We can show you things, shift your realities and widen your world, but the work of waking up is up to you.

The eternal now," he said. "She wanted to catch it, remember? To pin it down. That was the point." "Of writing?" "Or suicide.

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist? It feels like it exists, but where is it? And if it did exist but doesn't now, then where did it go?

I used to know how to feel. In war, these are lessons best forgotten.

if the washroom was unreal, then none of what he remembered from that afternoon in the washroom could be real, either.

When I'd put enough distance between us, it occurred to me that I was probably the only person in the history of the world who has ever recalled Sh?nagon in a strip joint in Texas. I liked that

Information like this had a life of its own, and once it entered her mind, she couldn't unknow or forget it.

Yes, it's good to remember. A lot of people have asked your question, Benny. It's probably the oldest question in the book, but that doesn't mean it's not special to you. Every person is trapped in their own particular bubble of delusion, and it's every person's task in life to break free. Books can help. We can make the past into the present, take you back in time and help you remember. We can show you things

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist? It feels like it exists, but where is it? And if it did exist but doesn't know, then where did it go?

The tree was past and the paper is present, and yet paper still remembers holding itself upright and altogether. Like a dream, it remembers its sap.

Ghosts require ceremony.

Missing things upset her. Missing price tags. Missing memories. Missing parts of her life.

home. Recognizing him, she said this before he

It was all very well to talk of absence making the heart grow fonder, but "out of sight, out of mind

I remembered reading in a hard-boiled detective novel that if you drink in the same place two nights in a row, the bartender and waiters will remember your face.

Memories are't like words; they're soft and gooey. Covered with a sticky slime, like a penis after sex, or your vagina when you menstruate, and shaped like tadpoles or tiny watersnakes

Al fin y al cabo, el viaje no empieza cuando nos ponemos en ruta ni acaba cuando alcanzamos el destino. En realidad empieza mucho antes y prácticamente no se acaba nunca porque la cinta de la memoria no deja de girar en nuestro interior por más tiempo que lleve nuestro cuerpo sin moverse de sitio. A fin de cuentas, lo que podríamos llamar «contagio de viaje» existe, y es, en el fondo, una enfermedad incurable.

This is remembered by everyone even today because, in our thinking, the past takes up more space than the future.

Sometimes you can remember everything about an old friend, down to minor details about his behaviour, but for the life of you you can't picture his face.

why bother remembering a past that cannot be made into a present?