Quotes About Memory

Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one had no time to write down.

Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.

Every scene, even the commonest, is wonderful, if only one can detach oneself, casting off all memory of use and custom and behold it, as it were, for the first time.

For a long time - and this particular time with greater force than usual - summer has been a season that gives me a sense of emptiness and absence, and takes me back to the past.

My very first kiss happened when I was 6, underneath some desks during 'nap time', but my first real kiss happened when I was 15 in the parking lot at a Mexican food restaurant.

The words that come out of our mouths do not vanish but are perpetually stored in infinite space, and they will come back to us in due time.

There is no remembrance which time does not obliterate, nor pain which death does not terminate.

I had 3 brothers, 2 died early, and one of them was living a good long time.

There is no fence or hedge round time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.

The degree of slowness is directionally proportional to the intensity of memory. The degree of speed is directionally proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.

America has been erased like a blackboard, only to be rebuilt and then erased again. But baseball has marked time while America has rolled by like a procession of steamrollers.

Bobby McGee' was the song that made the difference for me. Every time I sing it, I still think of Janis.

We wouldn't pay to rent and watch the same painful movie two hundred fifty times, but somehow we let our mind replay a bad memory over and over, each time experiencing the same distress and shame.

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

Every time your picture is taken, you lose a part of your soul.

Time and distance have a way of playing tricks with your best intentions.

Every time I look at Atlanta I see what a quarter of a million Confederate soldiers died to prevent.

But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.

Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.

Hey Nana, do you remember the first time we met? I beleive in things like fate. So I think it was fate.

I was still too weak to understand his chess ideas at that time but I remember being covered in smoke.

Most people I know live their lives moving in a constant forward direction, the whole time looking backward.