Quotes About Memory

I threw myself upon the ground, and wept: I then sprang up, and ran out upon the terrace, and saw, under the shade of the linden-trees, her white dress disappearing near the garden-gate. I stretched out my arms, and she vanished.

Men leave only an impression of their

presence on earth, left in the minds and souls of those who loved them, but those don't last long.

The flowers of life are but visionary. How many pass away, and leave no trace behind.

En inan?lmaz ?eylere bile inanmaya programlanm???z ve bunlar haf?zam?za bir kez kaz?nd? m?, onlar? silmeye çal??an?n vay haline

Gewiß, du hast recht, Bester, der Schmerzen wären minder unter den Menschen, wenn sie nicht - Gott weiß, warum sie so gemacht sind! - mit so viel Emsigkeit der Einbildungskraft sich beschäftigten, die Erinnerungen des vergangenen Übels zurückzurufen, eher als eine gleichgültige Gegenwart zu ertragen.

O, atât de pieritor e omul, încât chiar acolo unde are certitudinea c? existen?a lui înseamn? ceva, acolo unde las? cu adev?rat urma prezen?ei lui în amintirea, în sufletul celor care îi sunt dragi, chiar ?i acolo urma aceasta trebuie s? se sting? ?i s? dispar?, ?i asta atât de curând!

Oh, man is so transient that even where he is really certain of his existence, even where he makes the one true impression of his presence, in the memory, in the soul of his dear ones, even there must he disappear, be extinguished, and that so soon!

Honrad la memoria de la serpiente! —dijo el hombre de la lámpara—. Le debéis la vida, tu pueblo le debe el puente por el cual las dos orillas se unen y se vivifican como pueblos. Aquellas resplandecientes gemas que están en el agua, los restos de su cuerpo sacrificado, son los pilares de este hermoso puente. Sobre ellos ella misma se edificó y sola se mantendrá.

Minden, minden elmúlt! Semmi jele annak a volt világnak, egyetlen szívdobbanás sem maradt akkori érzéseimb?l. Mintha kísértet volnék, amely visszatér kiégett, romos kastélyába, dús fejedelem korában maga építette, tündökl?n fölékesített palotájába, amelyet haldoklásában is reménnyel telve hagyott szeretett fiára.

Inoltre ella non ricordava altro che di averlo sempre amato.

Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations, that we have forgotten, as a people, the cost of a free and undivided Republic.

You bid me burn your letters. But I must forget you first.

Thomas—Jefferson—still surv—

Biography is one of the new terrors of death.

What we call the past is built on bits.

What is the past, what is it all for? A mental sandwich?

Did I say that? One says so many things, and the problem is they all get written down.

There is no last page to the poetry of John Ashbery. You will have had the experience; you can always have it again.

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.

There are times, they occur with increasing frequency nowadays, when I seem to know nothing, when everything I know seems to have fallen out of my mind like a shower of rain, and I am gripped for a moment in paralysed dismay, waiting for it all to come back but with no certainty that it will.

I think I am becoming my own ghost.

I have come to the feeling about television the way I do about hamburgers: I eat a lot of hamburgers and I don't remember a single one of them.