Quotes About Memory

The sound of his voice was an overwhelming relief, like remembering the name of a beloved song or returning to a childhood haunt to find it totally unchanged. Did he not fee the same swell of relief? Or was he just better at hiding it?

The last memory I have Is of a flower which cannot be touched, Through the bloom of which, all day, Fly crazed, missing bees. from "Flower Herding on Mount Monadnock

Looking back at her – eye to eye – she offers release into a fantasy world of flight, laughter and order. Kahlo's memory, then, was of a metaphoric inward voyage, through which she found an alternative self.

It was funny how you thought you remembered someone. You sketched their face boldly in your mind, but when you saw them again, you realized how far you were from their true likeness. Had he always been that height, for example? Had he moved the way he did, long strides as he reached the table? Had he smiled at her like that? Maybe she'd constructed false memories of him, fake angles.

I remember virtually everything about every loss. And the wins are hardly memorable.

You'll remember every damn loss. But the wins? You don't necessarily remember.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

The thing that surprised me the other day was, and I was quite taken aback when I realized it, I am nearly five-and-a-half years out of 'Game of Thrones.' I last filmed on it in the winter of 2013 and it's kind of becoming, bizarrely, a bit of a distant memory.

One of my earliest political memories was watching the then-Labour Home Secretary Merlyn Rees on television during the Winter of Discontent telling the nation that the lights were, literally, about to go out.

Sometimes, though only in my most unguarded moments, I can still think of Annette Winters as my first love. At fifteen, she was tall, slender, very dark: an intelligent, sly girl possessed of what I think of now, though I didn't think of then, as a kind of debatable beauty.

I guess the painkillers wipe out your memory along with your ethics.

This acting is going to leave my stain. Not just my mark, because you can wipe a mark off. But a stain: it's going to take a whole lot to get that out, and that's how I'm going to leave my stain on this world.

We know that if memory is destroyed in one part of the brain, it can be sometimes re-created on a different part of the brain. And once we can unravel that amino chain of chemicals that is responsible for memory, I see no reason why we can't unlock it and, essentially, wipe out what's there.

When I was in grade school, I had a little duet act with a guy who was a beautiful singer, and somebody recorded it on a wire machine. They played it back for us, and I went, 'I hear Donald, but what is that other ugly voice?' It turned out to be me, of course.

The symbolism of certain foods trip the nostalgic wire in all of us, whether the context is cultural heritage or geographic location.

I am strongly of the opinion that chronology is very important. The great arc of time is what children are wired for.

I can honestly say that throughout the 70s I never watched telly. I can remember 'Dr Who' and 'Morecambe and Wise' vaguely, but my generation didn't watch telly.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then.

My brain- the older I get, it holds even less. There's not the capacity I would wish there to be.

During my school days, I was doing a play, and my costume fell on the stage. I really wish it didn't happen.

I often sit back and think, I wish I'd done that, and find out later that I already have.

You can certainly get an idea of the value of memory if your memories can carry you out into the world no matter how utterly dissatisfied you may be with the present and wish you could get away from it.

More than once, I've wished my real life had a delete key.