Quotes About Memory

Lo observé con atención. Él era exactamente así. No quedaba nada que pudiese interesarme de él. No era siquiera un fragmento del pasado, era solo una mancha, como la huella que una mano dejó años atrás en una pared.

Ölülerin, televizyon, radyo, mikser gibi bozulmuÅŸ nesneler gibi olduklar?n? ve en iyisinin onlar?n iÅŸler halini hat?rlamak olduÄŸunu, kabul edilebilir tek mezarl???n an?lar olduÄŸunu anlatt???n? aktard?m.

You know," I said one day, smiling, "that you've given her the name of my doll?" "What doll?" "Tina, you don't remember?" She touched her forehead as if she had a headache, and said: "It's true, but I didn't do it on purpose." "She was a beautiful doll—I was attached to her." "My daughter is more beautiful.

Alors elle prit un ton agressif comme pour me signifier que mon éventuelle noyade ne serait pas à lui imputer à elle, qui avait fait tout ce qu'il fallait pour l'éviter, mais entièrement à mon manque de mémoire.

erased my Enzo, she said, the person I was most fond of. Your father erases everything

Speaking, I wished to eliminate both me and him, in that bed, different from the children of long ago. We had in common only the violence we had witnessed.

2007), and The Lost Daughter

Ã…Ëœíct znamená spoutat ztracené ?asy a prostory.

I realized in a flash that the memory was already literature and that perhaps Lila was right: my book—even though it was having so much success—really was bad, and this was because it was well organized, because it was written with obsessive care, because I hadn't been able to imitate the disjointed, unaesthetic, illogical, shapeless banality of things.

y a veces, al notarla tan feliz, me asaltó una nostalgia genuina por un tiempo que, no obstante, consideraba pasado para siempre y mal desenterrado por su fantasía en exceso afectuosa.

Há tempos eu já percebera que cada um organiza a memória como lhe convém, e ainda hoje me surpreendo ao fazer o mesmo.

Diferentemente do que ocorre nos romances, a vida verdadeira, depois que passou, tende não para a clareza, mas para a obscuridade.

Recordaba un tono despreciativo que yo había adoptado, ciertos fragmentos de la charla con la que había tratado de impresionar, y me entraba una sensación de frío y náuseas, quería echarme de mí misma, como si fuera a vomitarme.

Ti ricordi quello che facemmo con la mia foto di sposa? Voglio continuare per quella strada. Viene il giorno che mi riduco tutta a diagrammi, divento un nastro bucherellato e non mi trovi più.

I had long since realized that each of us organizes memory as it suits him, I'm still surprised when I do it myself. But it surprised me that one could go so far as to give the facts an arrangement that went against one's own interests.

Leo muchísimo pero sin ningún orden, y olvido lo que leo.

I want to leave nothing, my favorite key is the one that deletes.

This is more or less what happened to me between the end of 1963 and the end of 1965. How easy it is to tell the story of myself without Lila: time quiets down and the important facts slide along the thread of the years like suitcases on a conveyor belt at an airport; you pick them up, put them on the page, and it's done.

an old photograph of my sisters and me with our father. The photograph was ruined. Those images of us from so long ago were yellowed, cracked, like the figures of winged demons in certain altarpieces that the faithful have defaced with pointed objects.

Será possível que os pais nunca morram, que fiquem a incubar dentro de cada filho,inevitavelmente?

L'infanzia e' una fabbrica di menzogne che durano all'imperfetto: la mia almeno era stata cosi

Estoy y estuve en muchos ojos. Yo sólo soy memoria y la memoria que de mí se tenga.

El pasado ofrecía el encanto de lo irrecuperable. Lo perdido se convierte en algo precioso, en algo apenas entrevisto, evocado casi a voluntad, en la esencia más pura del presente.

Alguna vez te encontrarás frente a tus acciones convertidas en piedras irrevocables como ésa, me dijeron de niña al enseñarme la imagen de un dios, que ahora no recuerdo cuál era. Todo se olvida, pero se olvida sólo por un tiempo. En aquel entonces también las palabras me parecieron de piedra, sólo que de una piedra fluida y cristalina. La piedra se solidificaba al terminar cada palabra, para quedar escrita para siempre en el tiempo