Quotes About Memory

It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

Like tired dogs they stand there, because they use up all their strength in remaining upright in one's memory.

He advertido, de pronto, que en realidad no recuerdo su rostro en detalle. Sólo creo ver aún su figura, su vestido, mientras usted se alejaba entre las mesas del café.

For Kafka, paradise wasn't a place where people lived in the past and of which a memory has survived, but rather a perennial, hidden presence. In every moment, an immense, encompassing obstacle prevents us from seeing it. That obstacle is nothing other than the expulsion from paradise—a process Kafka called "eternal in its principal aspect.

However, even this would not have helped me had I not remembered that I was loved by a girl with a black velvet ribbon around her neck, if not passionately, at least faithfully.

Faptele dumneavoastra vor lasa poate urme adînci de pasi în zapada, dar atît.

Il sogno è l'ultima notizia che possiedo di te.

But that is past and should remain deep in the past

Caci pe cine ai uitat, poti sa-l cunosti din nou.

I am a memory come alive, hence my insomnia.

The distraction, the weakness of memory, the stupidity!

Sono stato due ore coricato sul divano e credo di non aver pensato ad altro che a te.

But Georg was not inclined to write of his commercial success to his friend, and were he to do so now, it would appear especially peculiar. So Georg always confined himself to relating the trivial matters that randomly arise from a disorganized memory on a reflective Sunday.

não sou a este respeito tão esquecido como outrora, sou uma memória que se tornou viva, e é uma das razões da minha insónia.

Unutamayaca??m bir doÄŸa olay?yd? yüzün istasyonda Milena: bulutlardan deÄŸil, kendiliÄŸinden gölgelenen bir güneÅŸtin sanki.

Pe cine nu mai cheam?, pe acela îl uit? cu des?vârÈ™ire. N-am vrut s? vorbesc despre asta de fa?? cu Frieda. Dar nu e numai uitare, e mai mult decât atât. C?ci pe cine ai uitat, poÈ›i s?-l cunoÈ™ti din nou. În cazul lui Klamm asta nu e posibil. Pe cine nu mai cheam?, pe acela l-a uitat complet, nu numai pentru trecut, dar, ca s? zic aÈ™a, È™i pentru viitor.

So I only wrote half a page and am once again with you, laying on this letter like I lay next to you back then in the forest.

It seemed as if the shame was to outlive him

onu yaln?zca unutmak deÄŸil, çok daha ötesi. Çünkü insan unuttuÄŸuyla yeniden tan??abilir.

Mein Großvater pflegte zu sagen: 'Das Leben ist erstaunlich kurz. Jeztz in der Erinnerung drängt es sich mir so zusammen, daß ich zum Beispiel kaum begreife, wie ein junger Mensch sich entschließen kann ins nächste Dorf zu reiten, ohne zu fürchten, daß - von unglücklichen Zufällen ganz abgesehen - schon die Zeit des gewöhnlichen, glücklich ablaufenden Lebens für einen solchen Ritt bei weitem nicht hinreicht.

Konu yaln?zca unutmak deÄŸil, çok daha ötesi. Çünkü insan unuttuÄŸuyla yeniden tan??abilir.

Now he remembered this long since forgotten resolution, and quickly forgot it again, like someone pulling a short thread right through the eye of a needle.

Humor starts like a wildfire, but then continues on, smoldering, smoldering for years.