Quotes About Memory

depression lowers attention span, tolerance for frustration, and memory. Behavior is affected by lowered motivation, loss of ability to experience pleasure, and fatigue. The body is affected by headaches, stomachaches, and muscle tension. Relationships are affected by a tendency to withdraw and become isolated with loneliness.

The past is a chatty companion, I can tell you.

He was beginning to feel his head swim a bit. It all came to this, a glance, a word, a face … everyone he knew was, most of the time, merely a recollection. Then a thought fell on him. Ghosts. Maybe we're all ghosts anyway, just as soon as the moment's passed.

He couldn't help but wonder what people might say at his funeral, or at his father's, should it come to pass. He thought that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love. This was what he would strive for. To be remembered well. In the hearts of others is where we should strive to make our afterlives, he thought.

He could feel his father's history like ruts worn deep in the road.

that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love.

And if, behind closed eyes, Cerris saw a face other than hers, a face so slightly younger, gazing at him sadly across a gulf of lost years and broken promises... Well, it would never hurt her if she never knew.

She was not willing to let others narrate her life and her death. While there is one person like her in this world, I will find myself defending both her right to struggle and our obligation to remember.

El desierto] que parece recordar de todo lo que le ha pasado, que recuerda y que termina por destruir todo lo que le pasa.

I'm really not sure if others fail to perceive me or if, one fraction of a second after my face interferes with their horizon, a millionth of second after they have cast their gaze on me, they already begin to wash me from their memory: forgotten before arriving at the scant, sad archangel of a remembrance.

the urgent task we need to undertake if we want a different sort of country is the task of extracting Pinochet from our minds, turning him into a terrible memory that will not return

A mi padre le pasó lo peor que le puede pasar a un hombre: enamorarse de su dolor. (...) Porque empieza a no haber lugar en el corazón para el dolor de nadie más. El primer recuerdo que tengo en la memoria es de mi padre hablándome. Hablándome de cosas que yo no entendía: mi madre; de lo lejos que estaba la utopía que él había soñado de joven; de la crueldad creciente del mundo. Con sólo escucharlo ya le aliviaba su congoja.

People think too historically. They are always living half in a cemetery.

If a man owes me money, I never seem to forget. But if I do the owing, I somehow never remember.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

The evil fortune of the living in no way affects the dead.

Remember that time slurs over everything, let all deeds fade, blurs all writings and kills all memories. Exempt are only those which dig into the hearts of men by love.

Here is the burden of my argument with life. I have forgotten homesickness.

The past defines us as much as the present. By never knowing my past, I was never sure of who I was. Because mine was missing, I never felt whole.

The archival document is a tear in the fabric of time, an unplanned glimpse offered into an unexpected event.

that where now there are two cases once there were 159, the rest having been destroyed by the Luftwaffe in the summer of 1944.

e uns tinham apenas gasto horas, outros a eternidade; e apagava-se o rasto convulso de uma consciência cujo segredo perdêramos havia muito sem disso darmos conta; e tudo era indiferença, talvez recordação da ausência, talvez; de uma maneira ou de outra todos temos cicatrizes: há umas que se não vêem.

Somepeople drink to foregt, I smoke to remember" Anna Madrigal in Tales of the City...

The day after tomorrow you'll say that only the day before you saw someone who no longer exists. He stays in your memory for a split second and then vanishes.