Quotes About Memory

En la vida psíquica nada de lo una vez formado puede desaparecer jamás; todo se conserva de alguna manera y puede volver a surgir

In smaller, more familiar things, memory weaves her strongest enchantments, holding us at her mercy with some trifle, some echo, a tone of voice, a scent of tar and seaweed on the quay. . . . This surely is the meaning of home—a place where every day is multiplied by all the days before it.

Everything that I have known You'll write to me to remind Me of, and likewise I shall do The whole past I'll recount to you

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous — a crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am dynamite.

Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.

Some men are born posthumously.

Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory is too good.

Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

I have forgotten my umbrella.

The existence of forgetting has never been proved: we only know that some things do not come to our mind when we want them to.

Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him.

I have done that', says my memory. I cannot have done that—says my pride and remains unshakeable. Finally—memory yields.

A. Was I ill? Have I got well? Who was my doctor? Can you tell? Oh, my memory is rotten! B. Only now you're truly well. Those are well who have forgotten.

Happiness: being able to forget or, to express in a more learned fashion.

One must have a good memory to be able to keep the promises one has given. One must have strong powers of imagination to be able to have pity. So closely is morality bound to the quality of the intellect.

If something is to stay in the memory it must be burned in: only that which never ceases hurting stays in the memory.

138. We do the same when awake as when dreaming: we only invent and imagine him with whom we have intercourse—and forget it immediately.

Men after death are understood worse than men of the moment, but heard better.

When I am all alone, I often, very often, say your name aloud…

aku telah melakukannya--kata ingatanku. aku tidak mungkin telah melakukannya--kata kesombonganku dan tetap tidak tergoyahkan. akhirnya--ingatanku menyerah

You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.

I did that,' says my memory. —'I could not have done that,' says my pride, and remains inexorable. Eventually the memory yields.

Many a man fails to become a thinker for the sole reason that his memory is too good.