Quotes About Memory

If your memory was OK you could descend upon on a bookshop – a big enough one so that the staff wouldn't hassle a browser – and steal the contents of books by reading them. I drank down 1984 while loitering in the 'O' section of the giant Heffers store in Cambridge. When I was full I carried the slopping vessel of my attention carefully out of the shop.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

She looked at patches of blackness. Black is a blind remembering, she thought.

What the eyes had seen could not be erased.

Flesh that had cried in ecstasy, eyes that had burned him with their desire, the voice that had charmed him because it played no tricks of subtle control—all gone, back into the water and the sand.

We will never forgive and we will never forget.

Black is a blind remembering, she thought. You listen for pack sounds, for the cries of those who hunted your ancestors in a past so ancient only your most primitive cells remember. The ears see. The nostrils see.

But attack can take strange forms. And you will remember the tooth. The tooth. Duke Leto Atreides. You will remember the tooth. -Dr.Yueh

The only past which endures lies wordlessly within you.

Once . . . long ago, he'd thought of himself as an inventor of government. But the invention had fallen into old patterns. It was like some hideous contrivance with plastic memory. Shape it any way you wanted, but relax for a moment, and it snapped into the ancient forms. Forces at work beyond his reach in human breasts eluded and defied him.

Can you remember your first taste of spice?" "It tasted like cinnamon.

And he realized with an abrupt sense shock that he had been giving more and more reliance to prescient memory and it had weakened him for this particular emergency.

Every man carries his own past with him, Hayt said.

Paul took a place in the line behind Chani. He had put down the black feeling at being caught by the girl. In his mind now was the memory called up by his mother's barked reminder: "My son's been tested with the gom jabbar!" He found that his hand tingled with remembered pain.

He could close his eyes and recall the shouts of the crowds. So that is what they hope, he thought. And he remembered what the old Reverend Mother had said: Kwisatz Haderach. The memories touched his feelings of terrible purpose, shading this strange world

Guilt and blame grew defuse when memory covered a millennia.

Sje?anje nikada ne obnavlja stvarnost. Ono je samo preure?uje. Sva ta preure?enja mijenjaju original, postaju?i na taj na?in vanjski okviri za preporuke koje neizbježno brzo propadaju.

His mind went to other parts of that strange conversation: weirding room. He looked to his left where she had pointed. We Fremen. So that was a Fremen. He paused for the mnemonic blink that would store the pattern of her face in his memory—prune-wrinkled features darkly browned, blue-on-blue eyes without any white in them. He attached the label: The Shadout Mapes.

Black is a blind remembering

La memoria non ricattura mai la realtà. La memoria ricostruisce. Tutte le ricostruzioni cambiano l'originale, diventando quadri di riferimento esterni che inevitabilmente si discostano dal vero.

The present is distraction; the future a dream; only memory can unlock the meaning of life.

GeçmiÅŸi hat?rlayamayanlar onu tekrarlamaya makûmdur.

there might be a certain fastidious courtesy in dying without a trace

Souvenirs of memory must be only that. Things to be taken up and fondled occasionally for evocation of past joys. No joy can be permanent. All is transient. This, too, shall pass away applies to all of our living universe.