Quotes About Memory

A living dog is better than a dead lion.For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.

I fell in love with you when you were forming in my womb. Now I carry you in my heart instead of my arms.

What color should be seen Where our fathers' homes have been But their own immortal Green?

In the day of prosperity there is a forgetfulness of affliction: and in the day of affliction there is no more remembrance of prosperity.

We spend our years as a tale that is told.

Déjà Brew: The feeling that you've had this coffee before.

I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.

Those who have lost an infant are never, as it were, without an infant child. Their other children grow into manhood and womanhood, and suffer all the changes of mortality; but this one alone is rendered an immortal child; for death has arrested it with its kindly harshness, and blessed it into an eternal image of youth and innocence.

Life will always be forever But remember you will not So be remembered forever

Ooops. My brain just hit a bad sector.

People die but their good and bad memories live

Some words can make or break a person, but they'll never forget the words that were spoken.

O waly, waly, up the bank,And waly, waly, doun the brae,And waly, waly, yon burnside,Where I and my Love wont to gae!

Dis manibus sacrum [Sacred to the departed spirit(s)].

That is the present: an emanation of memory bouncing on the illusion of the future

These people live again in print as intensely as when their images were captured on old dry plates of sixty years ago... I am walking in their alleys, standing in their rooms and sheds and workshops, looking in and out of their windows. Any they in turn seem to be aware of me

I have often had a retrospective vision where everything in my past life seems to fall with significance into logical sequence.

Quais as asneiras?, pensou ele, intrigado, vasculhando o súbito, angustioso, enorme vazio da memória até onde o braço da lembrança conseguia.

Une pendule inlocalisable perdue parmi les ténèbres des armoires laissait s'égoutter des heures étouffées dans un quelconque couloir lointain encombré de malles de bois précieux et conduisant à des chambres raides et humides où le cadavre de Proust flottait encore, éparpillant dans l'air raréfié un relent usé d'enfance.

mas quem dá por um eco na água se ela própria água feita de ecos também, aqueles que dizem sentir a água enganam-se, sentem a memória dela

Tanto ruído no interior deste silêncio: são as vozes dos outros a falarem em mim, pessoas de quem gostei, pessoas que perdi, gente que tenho ainda.

Que diferença de Lisboa. Não se pode viver numa cidade sem passado.»

sempre que passamos por esta fotografia a minha mulher a demorar-se numa espécie de sorriso voltado na direcção da infância

stress, which impairs memory, reduces neurogenesis.