Quotes About Memory

cualquier hombre cabal puede escoger la forma y el lugar donde morir, pero nadie elige las cosas que recuerda.

O tal vez también lo fuiste algún tiempo, antes de que nuestra Troya ardiera. Cuando me susurrabas declinaciones griegas y latinas mientras te esforzabas en que descifrase a Homero y Virgilio: «Háblame, oh, musa, del hombre de innumerables astucias que por mucho tiempo anduvo errante»Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Aquellos a quienes he visto morir lo hacen sin gritar viva la República ni viva nada. Sólo caen y se quedan quietos para siempre.

Y fue entonces cuando el capitán de la Cuesta, que andaba fatal de lenguas extranjeras pero tenía una memoria estupenda, dijo aquello de «ni srinden, ni veijiven, ni la puta que los parió, sin cuartel, señores, acordaos, ni un hereje vivo en este reducto»

Nadie debería irse sin dejar una Troya ardiendo a sus espaldas.

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that is purloined.

All that I possess and use Is like the fleeting vision of a dream. It fades into the realms of memory, And fading, will be seen no more.

A final word might not echo for ages but silence stays for eternity.

Keep some souvenirs of your past, or how will you ever prove it wasn't all a dream?

I've walked a long trail, a long trail of years flushed with tears. Tears of remembrance. Years of driven labor have not driven the ancestral thoughts out of me. My memory of teaching— surrounded by children, singing songs of our people, the stories of our history— lives always with me... Song shields our hearts from abuse, draws us together, strengthens our lives.

Things could crawl at you out of the dark and hurt you again and again. The past did not always stay dead.

That line in Shakespeare, you know: 'there was a star danced, and under that was I born,' " she'd once told him. "That's the only Shakespeare I remember from school.

For his first forty days a child is given dreams of previous lives. Journeys, winding paths, a hundred small lessons and then the past is erased.

Some girl once read me a poem," Ben said after a while, as the kettle sang, "about all the things we can remember from all the other lives we've had, for forty days after we're born. 'Some great forty-day daydream," he pulled the line from the crevasses of his memory, and he wasn't sure how, "before we bury the maps.' Maybe it's not forty days; maybe it's all your dreams in childhood, bits of memory you can't decipher because they belong to a person you no longer are....

He had loved her without question and he had loved her without pause; she was certain of that. He had thought the best of her always; he'd brought her the one life sh'd wanted. Who would she be now, she wondered, without him? Who was Elsie Gormley if Clem Gormley's idea of her was no longer alive?

Sleeps through the washes of the morning's colors and the warm brilliance of sunrise. She sleeps in a world where she remembers, perfectly, every detail about her husband, this day, that sentence, another touch. She will remember it all in the deepest sleep, and lose it again the moment her eyes open and she wonders how late it must be for the sun to already be so high and then remembers, in the next instant, what happened the day before.

He was the only witness who claimed he could positively identify me, because i "had spent weekends at his house." But he didn't know the color of my eyes.

That was one of the things that always happened to me after long periods of solitary confinement: i would forget how to talk.

I will never forget the haunting scream of that child as she watched her father being brutally beaten.

We relate to and remember stories better than we do numbers, but storytelling can lead us into fantasyland quickly

Kahneman notes in his book on investor psychology, experience is not a very good teacher in investing and markets. 2 As human beings, we often extract the wrong lessons from past successes, don't learn enough from our failures, and sometimes delude ourselves into remembering things that never happened.

we are increasingly using the Internet as an external hard drive for our memories.

Ah siz erkekler! Elinize silah geçti?inde kad?nlar?n?z? unutursunuz.

Sometimes you didn't know the value of a moment unless it becomes a memory.