Quotes About Memory

Now it is all dark. Now Beauty and Passion seem never to have existed. I know. But remember the mountains over Florence and the view...

I am a man, and have lived a man's past.

She lowered her eyes a moment to the black abyss of the past.

The peace of the country was entering into her. It has no commerce with memory, and little with hope. Least of all is it concerned with the hopes of the next five minutes. It is the peace of the present, which passes understanding. Its murmur came "now," and "now" once more as they trod the gravel, and "now," as the moonlight fell upon their father's sword. They passed upstairs, kissed, and, and amidst the endless iterations fell asleep.

No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That's rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen. "But people don't.

Then he changed the subject, and, being without memory, she recovered her temper.

It is well to be remembered with love. It is not so very dreadful to be forgotten entirely. But if we shall resent anything on earth at all, we shall resent the consecration of a deserted room.

Quando o amor se vai, é lembrado não como amor, mas como algo diferente. Felizes são os ignorantes, pois esquecem por completo, e nunca estão conscientes da insensatez e da lascívia do passado, das longas e inúteis conversações.

Alas! that Henry should fade away as reality emerged, and only her love for him should remain clear, stamped with his image like the cameos we rescue out of dreams.

For a moment the visible world faded away, and memories and emotions alone seemed real.

O Reitor veio em auxílio dos dois sunningtonianos [Maurice e Chapman]. Disse ao seu jovem primo [Risley]: - Estás a ser insensato quanto à memória. Confudes aquilo que é importante com aquilo que marca. Sem dúvida que o Chapman e o Hall [Maurice] se lembrarão sempre que te conheceram. ----------------------------------------------------- You confuse what's important with what's impressive. P. 35, MAURICE, E.M. FORSTER

for man is so made that he cannot remember long without a symbol; he wished there was a society, a kind of friendship office, where the marriage of true minds could be registered.

Helen, what a memory you have for some things! You're perfectly right. It's a room that men have spoilt through trying to make it nice for women. Men don't know what we want— " "And never will." "I don't agree. In two thousand years they'll know.

He preferred to talk to Lucy, whose playing he remembered, rather than to Miss Bartlett, who probably remembered his sermons.

He saw each of his daughters, part of himself. And he remembered what Judith had said: 'You will live on in our children's lives.' And he began to get glimmerings of a new immortality, made up of generations, an endless succession of other lives extending into the future.

The stage floor was a stage of thin ice for me to tread. To hold my own or to sink through and die, never to be remembered.

Have regard for your name, since it will remain for you longer than a great store of gold.

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be. . .and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, SEE, this is new It hath been already of old time, which was before us. There is no remembrance of former things.

Kokusunu çoktan unuttu?um bir zaman diliminde bile, ken­dini parma??n a?z?na as?l? an?ms?yorsan, öykü ba?lam??t?r. öykü, annenin sümerce bir yenilgi yaz?t? olmas?d?r. baba, her zaman oldu?u gibi karanl?k bir kap? aral???, dikenli bir kilit sesi. o içeri girdi?inde, sen art?k hep d??ardas?n.

You know, you asked me about our lives during the "Great Depression." None of us called it that then. It was just hard times.

Looking back, we were poor, but no one told us.

There's a particular type of alone you feel when in a room with someone who's no longer alive, she's discovering now, and it is the worst kind.

those who willfully refuse to remember become moral monsters.

Miss me, but let me go.