Quotes About Memory

There is no guilt or innocence in you. All of that is past. Guilt belabors the dead and I am not the Iron Hammer. You multitude of the dead are merely people who have done certain things, and the memory of those things illuminates my path.

How careless his people had grown, Paul thought. They were millionaires of water—forgetful of the days when a man on Arrakis could have been killed for just an eighth share of the water in his body.

Memory never recaptures reality. Memory reconstructs. All reconstructions change the original, becoming external frames of reference that inevitably fall short.

Memoria nu recreeaz? niciodat? realitatea. Memoria doar reconstituie. ?i orice reconstituire modific? originalul, devenind ea îns??i un cadru de referin?? extern, în mod inevitabil deficitar.

I felt that I could remember a past which had never been

Because I know this planet. You don't understand? Think how it is. Beneath the surface there are rocks, dirt, sediment, sand. That's the planet's memory, the picture of its history. It's the same with humans. The dog remembers the wolf. Each universe revolves around a core of being, and outward from that core go all of the memories, right out to the surface.

Never to forgive—never to forget

Be deaf! You do not need to hear or, hearing, you do not need to remember. How soothing it is to forget. And how dangerous

That was the Bene Gesserit view of history, ancient Santayana's words resonating in their lives: "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

There was pain in him—like a blister, all that was left of some lost yesterday that Time had pruned off him.

Die Schwärze ist eine schlechte Erinnerung. Man rechnet ständig damit, aus ihr hevortreten zu sehen, was man fürchtet - was man schon immer gefürchtet hat. Man hört in ihr sogar die Schreie derjenigen, vor denen einst die Vorfahren die Flucht ergriffen. In der Dunkelheit erinnern sich sogar die Zellen des Körpers längst vergessener Gefahren.

It is your fate, forgetfulness. All of the old lessons of life, you lose and gain and lose and gain again.

A typical hard-drive memory capacity these days is 30 gigabytes

Sit and quiet yourself. Luxuriate in a certain memory and the details will come. Let the images flow. You'll be amazed at what will come out on paper. I'm still learning what it is about the past that I want to write. I don't worry about it. It will emerge. It will insist on being told.

Sit and quiet yourself. Luxuriate in a certain memory and the details will come. Let the images flow. You'll be amazed at what will come out on paper. I'm still learning what it is about the past that I want to write. I don't worry about it. It will emerge. It will insist on being told.

Samuel Beckett was saying, in a new biography, that he could remember being in the womb, which, of course, is a bit far-fetched. But he's an Irishman, so nothing's too far-fetched.

Inertia is, perhaps, the single most powerful stumbling block to writing. It takes energy, courage, patience, and commitment to keep writing in your journal. It's no small thing to open doors, let down barriers, enter sealed rooms, and walk obscure avenues of memory that haven't been traveled in years—or perhaps ever been traveled.

When I asked her about her days in Brooklyn she doled out scraps and then went silent. What was the use? The past is the past and it's dangerous to go back.

I want you to remember, Clark. In all the years to come, in your most private moments, I want you to remember, my hand, at your throat, I want you to remember, the one man who beat you.

Name is Maria—Miranda—Macapa. Then, after a pause, she added, as though she had but that moment thought of it, Had a flying squirrel an' let him go.

As the partners ate, Ivar crisscrossed all of these topics, frequently citing financial statistics and data from his own companies' quarterly reports. He did it entirely from memory. When he had finished, he stood quietly and met everyone's eyes one more time.

Baby one night somebody Going to strike a match on a tombstone And read your name.

Moreover, we forget things every day, so in a sense we are constantly dissolving into nothingness.

We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.