Quotes About Memory

Like why Lena always thought of Ritz crackers when she shaved her legs. Who knew why? And did it even matter?

Time was moving backward, it seemed, and the future was mostly forgotten.

Bridget loved the Marly who glittered and preened, but this was the woman she remembered. That was how the story went. That was how it really ended.

Toda su vida desde que Bailey había muerto le parecía de pronto como el vagabundeo lejano de un amnésico, lleno de confusión y olvido.

She had that frustrating dreamlike confusion of racking her brain for the answer then forgetting what the question was. There was a question, wasn't there?

Each time her mind flashed on that image for a second, a fraction of a second, it blinded her like a flashbulb, burning out the center of her mind's eye to blackness.

Now it came back in jagged flashes, like the sunlight on the pavements. She thought, This is what it is like to be old. This is how old people remember their childhood.

I think of us humans as a family of amnesia victims who kept making up stories about our past until we found a means to reconstruct it—the sciences.

She understood that grief is not neat and orderly; it does not follow any rules. Time does not heal it. Rather, time insists on passing, and as it does, grief changes but does not go away. Sometimes she could actually visualize

What if it was someone else, someone who remembered something awful about the last Halloween masquerade, twenty-eight years ago?

Brian Williams, whom Mal knew slightly, who was playing with toy trucks in his front yard while his mother sat on the porch steps with his baby brother. Mal waved to Mrs. Williams and called hello to Brain.

ex-boyfriend.

And believe it or not, you look very much the way Mimi did when she was young." "I do?" I almost began to cry again.

When you tell the truth, you have nothing to keep track of. The world itself becomes your memory, and if questions arise, you can always point others back to it. You can even reconsider certain facts and honestly change your views. And you can openly discuss your confusion, conflicts, and doubts with all comers. A commitment to the truth is naturally purifying of error.

Are we unconscious during sleep or merely unable to remember what sleep is like?

Uno de los principales problemas del mentiroso es que debe seguir el rastro de sus mentiras.

Pero el mentiroso deber recordar lo que dijo, y a quién; y debe cuidarse de mantener las falsedades para el futuro.

Now? Why now? Why am I missing her now, Frankie? Why not then? When she was there? Why am I afraid that I'm gonna' lose her when she's already gone. And this fear--this fear swarms through me--floods my whole body 'til there's nothing left. Nothing left of me. And then it turns--it turns to a fear for my whole life. Like my whole life is lost from losing her. Gone. That I'll die like this. Lost. Just lost.

stewing about something in the past you can't do anything about anyway.

Our nemesis is time, against which we have a single ally, memory, and even it betrays us.

When the mind stops searching, when it stops wanting refuge, when it no longer goes in search of security, when it no longer craves more books and information, when it ignores even the memory of desire, only then will Love arrive within.

Her mouth dry, her gaze ventured inevitably down, past the curls on his chest and belly, clear to where his rod thrust high and hard against the white of one bare thigh. Her recall was instantaneous- as if she'd ever forgotten. As if she ever could! With stark, unremitting clarity, she remembered precisely how it had felt to touch him there, her knuckles buried in the coarse nest of curls that thickened and surrounded the base of his erection.

Everyone is looking up toward us, but I am looking back.

The moment I drove away in September I felt like someone was following our car with an eraser, rubbing out my old life.