Quotes About Memory

Was your old man in the war?" "He was in the air force. He built runways." "The fucking air farce. He ever tell you about it? Did he live?" "Yes, he lived. He spoke once about Vietnam." "If he only spoke about it once, he wasn't lying.

He must have known me had he seen me as he was wont to see me, for he was in the habit of flogging me constantly. Perhaps he did not recognize me by my face.

He must have known me if he had seen me as he was wont to see me, for he was in the habit of flogging me constantly. Perhaps he did not recognize me by my face.

Concibe la memoria involuntaria como el lugar de la palabra verdadera, pero mientras el filósofo tropieza con esa intuición, el novelista, desplazando los contornos de la lengua, nos la hará comprender.

Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.

Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

What about the way he tried to raise his arm while looking at Jeff? Did he remember that? What had he been trying to do? Signal? Beckon? Acknowledge? Thank? Even if everything that had happened at the beach was a blur, or a blank, Jeff had no doubt that somewhere in that man lingered a remnant of that canceled gesture.

I try to catch every sentence, every word you and I say, and quickly lock all these sentences and words away in my literary storehouse because they might come in handy.

I think there's a tremendous split between people who've been through a war and people who haven't.

I have seen all, I have heard all, I have forgotten all." - Marie Antoinette

Gli emblemi potevano essere facilmente rimossi, ma la memoria e l'affetto erano più difficili da cancellare.

That was how she saw the storyteller for the last time - in an absolutely silent world, in a staircase. He'd hit his target. When she fell into darkness, she knew that she would never see him again. She'd love him to the very end.

y empezó a hurgar en sus bolsillos en busca de algo que probablemente no estaba allí. Un recuerdo, tal vez.

Contar cualquier historia es contar cicatrices.

Contar cualquier historia es contar cicatrices".

Will the spellbound world die with you" Will the spellbound world die with you where memory hangs on to clean breaths in life, the white shadow of a first love, a voice that struck your heart, the hand you wanted to grab in dreams, and every love that fell in the soul down to the bottom sky? Will your world die with you, the old life you remade in your way? Have the anvils and crucibles of your soul been working for dust and wind?

Sólo recuerdo la emoción de las cosas, y se me olvida todo lo demás; muchas son las lagunas de mi memoria.

De toda la memoria, solo vale el don preclaro de evocar los sueños.

And will that spellbound world die with you" And will that spellbound world die with you where memory holds those breaths, the purest in your life, the white shadow of your first love, the voice that went to your heart, the hand you wanted to hold in dream, and every love that touched your soul, the profound sky? Is your world to die with you, the old life for some new order? The anvils and crucibles of your soul, do they labor only for dust and the wind?

La imagen, tras el vidrio de equívoco reflejo, surge o se apaga como daguerrotipo viejo. Suena en la calle sólo el ruido de tu paso; se extinguen lentamente los ecos del ocaso.

Nunca perseguí la gloria ni dejar en la memoria de los hombres mi canción; yo amo los mundos sutiles, ingrávidos y gentiles como pompas de jabón. Me gusta verlos pintarse de sol y grana, volar bajo el cielo azul, temblar súbitamente y quebrarse.

Tal vez las cosas han de ser primero soñadas para fijarse en la memoria.

But he didn't have to invoke her, she was a constant, secret presence in his memory