Quotes About Memory

Photography seems to fix, but this is an illusion created by our short lives. A photograph is merely a note held for 200 years.

And so do people pass out of one's life and all you can remember of them is their humanity, a poor fitful thing of no dominion, like your own.

Language is the memory of man. Without it he has no past, a paltry present, and an empty future. With it he can bring his dreams to life.

You can just say the word "hair" to a woman, and she tells you the story of her life.

She would always be living her life backwards, she realized, trying to regain something perfect that she'd lost.

But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.

life's best balm - Forgetfulness!

The one of the great sadnesses of any life is knowing what you know now and then remembering what you did not know then.

You're getting old when you see a girl who looks like someone you used to know, and it turns out to be her daughter.

He Kept recalling her lying on his bed; she reminded him of no one in his former life.

Although my grandmother lived out her long life in the shadow of Rainy Mountian, the immense landscape of the continental interior lay like memory in her blood

I don't live life to be remembered for anything.

Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is that she has made of my life.

I want the recording process to be a time in my life that I will remember.

Looking repeatedly into the past, you do not necessarily become fascinated with your own life, but rather with the phenomenon of memory.

Some people, when they die, leave so much life behind that we wonder how they did it.

The film [Dream of Life] looks at a time in my life.

A phenomenon occurs but because you're in the middle of it, you just think it's your life-until it's over. And then you look back and say, What an unusual thing happened to me in the '60s.

The Warrior remembers the past.

I have started to say "A quarter of a century" Or "thirty years back" About my own life.

I wanted impossible things. I wanted my life with her before it all turned bad. What I had been given had been taken away and now I was even less than before.

Retracing the various episodes of one's life, one is disconcerted to discover that one was not as noble as one thought oneself at the time.

Out of the unreal shadows of night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off... p 207

My first memory in life is grilling my thumb to the griddle in our restaurant on Cape Cod.