Quotes About Memory

True, in The Howling , they had fun making out, but other than that, what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

The awareness of happiness comes after, in memory, with the belated appreciation of the moment.

She's an era for you, an era of your life. If and when you break with her, you break with the only one alive who has shared that time with you. You fear that, the isolation of it, the burden, the scope of eternal life.

fragrance was the sharpest trigger of memory, a transport into forgotten worlds.

And I had the most disconcerting sensation: that in my memory she would look up from that game of solitaire and the sockets of her eyes would be empty.

I'll write about my past but I won't talk about it. I'll turn it into art if I can, but I won't talk about it.

Three generations before I was the one meant for the necklace. I saw him when I was three years old, so clear and strong that he could slip his warm hand in mine, he could lift me in the air, yes, lift my body, but I refused him. I turned my back on him. I told him, You go back to the hell from which you came. And I used my power to fight him.

Some things one doesn't want to remember.

I thought the curse of memory is this: Everything is ever present.

I think you're like a man who loses an arm or a leg and keeps insisting that he can feel pain where the arm or leg used to be.

Mis recuerdos son demasiado claros, demasiado agudos; las cosas debieran gastarse en los bordes y lo irresoluto debería suavizarse. De ese modo, hay escenas tan cerca de mi corazón como fotos en un marco; sin embargo, son retratos monstruosos que ningún artista ni ninguna cámara jamás lograrán.

But she was radiant, and she was mine; she was as she'd always been, and I told her so silently with all my power, that she was lovely as my earliest memory of her when she had had her old fancy clothes still, and she would dress up so carefully and carry me on her lap in the carriage to church.

But then I do not remember everything, as I once thought I did. There is something in us, even us, that will not allow for that, something that pushes the memory of suffering that is unbearable slowly away.

La memoria es una maldición -pensó-, pero también es el mayor de los dones. Porque si pierdes la memoria lo pierdes todo.

Information age. I guess I'm part of it, even if I can't remember how to use my iPhone from week to week, and have to learn how to send e-mails all over again every couple of years, and can't retain any profound technological knowledge about the computers I sometimes use.

She found herself staring at a tintype, a late-nineteenth-century photograph.

Almost none of these very strong and patient souls sought the flesh again. But some of them had in the past. They had gone down and been reborn and discovered in the final analysis that they could not remember from one fleshly life to another, so there was no real reason to keep being born! Better to linger here, in the eternity that was known to them, and to watch the Beauty of Creation, and it did seem very beautiful to them, as it had seemed to us.

The woman was forty-one years old, yet she looked both ancient and young—a stooped and pale child, untouched by adult worry or passion. Deirdre, did you ever have a lover? Did you ever dance in that parlor?

In memory I went back to the days in Rome when I had been mortal, and there was my garden, the garden of the villa of my father, and I was walking in the soft grass and listening to the sound of the fountain, and then it seemed that all through time, the garden changed but never changed, and it was always there for me.

Out, out, brief candle." Such comforting remembrance can turn in an instant to agony.

I can't get Him out of my head. I never have. I never will.

I have no one here, and then who comes but one who left such a stamp on my girlish heart that the details are as deep as the finest coin.

Memory wouldn't leave him alone.

I carry the obligation as if she were still with me, as if even now I had to go and spend my hours in her shrine.