Quotes About Memory

Under Magnolia is much more than an entrancing memoir: it is a work of art that defies the distinction between prose and poetry or novels and autobiographies. It is also much more than a personal narrative: it is an unflinching meditation on the relation between self and culture, and, more specifically, on the gravitational pull of memory. This is a book to be savored, a feast for both mind and soul.

Immortality, she'd always thought, is how you live on in the memories of those left.

What is stranger than memory, that selects a certain day to remain vivid, when thousands of others are totally lost?

What's really weird is my mom's clothes smell like her. I mean, her perfume, and so all day it's like m mom has been walking right beside me. Which, you have to admit, a pretty freaky feeling.

What are you going to do if you find art, Pen? You going to steal some and put it in the van? I'm going to remember. When there was art.

When someone so young and lovely vanishes they leave a cutout in the atmosphere; they don't fade. They leave a place for the sun rays to cut through and burn us, melt all the important ice to floods.

Are you? What? What you once were? I can't remember.

I still can't talk about it," he said "Duck." Dirk touched his cheek "I remember, later, my mom trying to run into the water and I'm trying to hold her back and her hair and my tears are so bright that I'm blind. I knew she would have walked right into the ocean after him and kept going. In a way I wanted to go too.

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

Time is our delight and our prison. It binds all human beings together, since we all share the pleasures and burdens of memory, and we all know the anticipation of cherished goals and the dark prospect of personal mortality.

Everything else, every thought, goes fore and forever fades away into the recesses of time, and therein what remains is my soul's love for you.

Laura, illustrious through her own virtues, and long famed through my verses, first appeared to my eyes in my youth, in the year of our Lord 1327, on the sixth day of April, in the church of St. Clare in Avignon, at matins; and in the same city, also on the sixth day of April, at the same first hour, but in the year 1348, the light of her life was withdrawn from the light of day, while I, as it chanced, was in Verona, unaware of my fate...

Elizabeth had amnesia and her defenses were down. Bruce had tried to take advantage of her – what guy wouldn't? Unfortunately, she got her memory back just in time, ran right out of his house, and wrecked his plans for the evening.

Her mind replayed the horrible night of Elizabeth's motorcycle accident, a night that had been the most frightening of Jessica's life.

Because the diary was not written in retrospect, it contains the trembling life of every moment.

She told me the French expression [Esprit de l'escalier]—the spirit of the staircase—for the voice that catches up with you, minutes after the fact, to make fun of whatever you said and come up with the perfect answer you didn't think of. We even had our own code phrase: SOS, we called it.

what-ifs went around and around in her head. What if Mama

Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names. JOHN F. KENNEDY

Only later did he remember his pride-and the shattering cost of an illusive sense of freedom.

The general root of superstition : namely, that men observe when things hit, and not when they miss; and commit to memory the one, and forget and pass over the other.

No voy a pedir que me quieras siempre como ahora, pero si te pido que lo recuerdes.

Miré a miss Baker, preguntándome qué sería lo que conseguía. Disfrutaba mirándola. Era una chica delgada, de pechos pequeños, que andaba muy derecha, algo que acentuaba echando los hombros hacia atrás como un cadete. Los ojos, grises, irritados por el sol, me correspondieron con igual curiosidad desde una cara triste, simpática, insatisfecha. Entonces me di cuenta de que la había visto antes en alguna parte, en persona o en una foto.

Non pretenderei troppo da lei arrischiai.Non si può ripetere il passato. Non si può ripetere il passato? fece lui incredulo. Ma certo che si può!

Negli anni più vulnerabili della giovinezza, mio padre mi diede un consiglio che non mi è più uscito di mente. <> mi disse <>