Quotes About Memory

Reputasi seseorang tak pernah ditetapkan sebelum dia mati." (Araki Murashige - Taiko)

Between memory and reality there are awkward discrepancies...

Alive, her body belonged to him; dead, she was his ghost.

She'd asked him, back then, when he'd first started liking her. "The moment I first saw you," he'd replied, of course. His feelings were running so high then, he'd have believed anything. He was certain he was not lying. But in fact, the moment when he first saw her was not all that clear in his mind.

The moon of thirty years ago has gone down long since and the people of thirty years ago are dead but the story of thirty years ago is not yet ended—can have no ending.

God not only sends special angels into our lives, but sometimes He even sends them back again if we forget to take notes the first time!

Something dies, but it's never really all gone. In our hearts, there's always a little piece left. And it can bloom again.

I guess I'd rather remember the good things than throw them all out with the bad.

I write because I would like to be used for years after my death.

Love was like smell, Rule thought. Smell was the most complex and dimensional of the senses, weaving together past and present, near and distant, motion and stillness. Love, too, was a weaver.

How sad for us that I have made a myth of us when what keeps me from sleeping is the memory of...your honest back turned, waiting for me to walk away from you.

Every artist returns to things. The drawings that you make as a child or as an adolescent and the ideas that you have as a young beginning artist, no doubt they crop up again and again.

What's the use of remembering anything? If it was unpleasant it was unpleasant and if it was pleasant it's over.

She stared at the goldfish bowl uncertainly. "I can never remember whether I've fed him or not," she said suddenly. "I kept on feeding them and they kept on dying all the time. All but one. So I don't know if he killed the rest or if I was over-feeding them or starving them or what. You're supposed to give them a pinch of food every day. But how big is a pinch anyway?

clear thinking find that unless people have some emotional reason to learn something, they do not learn it very well or at all. This is why tests are given—to motivate learners to have that thrill of a good score or distress of a poor one, and we have found that

Notice that no other person is in her first memory.

List the major events you remember from childhood and adolescence, the memories that shaped who you are.

Time is only the river of memory.

Like so many of the bits of conversation I recall, the meanings hidden in childhood only become clear now that I write them down. Most were just small lessons, people trying to prove their virtue to each other, but because I wasn't supposed to be listening, I made things out to be more important than they were. Maybe that's why our childhoods seem so big, so resonant, while our adult years slip by like fish in the river Byk.

Gossip is only the lack of a worthy memory.

A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.

The graveyards are full of people the world could not do without.

Hubo un hombre cuya actuación en la guerra de Cuba culmina en los horizontes de mi memoria, como culmina un astro en su perihelio.

You are eating the sea, that's it, only the sensation of a gulp of sea water has been wafted out of it by some sorcery, and you are on the verge of remembering you don't know what, mermaids or the sudden smell of kelp on the ebb tide or a poem you read once, something connected with the flavor of life itself...