Quotes About Memory

My eyes remember oceans.

Memory is the primary and fundamental power, without which there could be no other intellectual operation.

The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.

The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.

The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.

That seemed to be, if anything, the power of writing—to hold sway over memory, making it public, keeping it private, possibly, even, keeping it secret from oneself—

Sometimes I cannot tell who wrote what. That is upsetting. With some sections, I can remember the place and time I wrote them, but have no memory of the incidents described. Similarly, other sections refer to things I recall happening to me, but kne/o/w just as well I never wrote out. Then there are pages that, today, I interpret one way with the clear recollection of having interpreted them another at the last rereading.

What is down, then, is a chronicle of incidents with a potential for wholeness they did not have when they occurred; a false picture, again, because they show neither the general spread of our life's fabric, nor the most significant pattern points.

I had a mother, I had a father. Now I don't remember their names. I don't remember mine. In another room, two people are sleeping who are nearer to me by how many years and thousands of miles; for whom, in this terrifying light, I would almost admit love.

mean, you don't go around thinking about yourself by your own name, do you? Nobody does—unless somebody calls to you by it, or asks you what it is. I haven't been around people who know me for…for a while now.

Eskiden eÄŸlenceliydi. Revueltalar? özlüyorum, bakirelerin boynuzlar?n üzerine at?l???n? ve havada dönerek terli s?rtlar?n?n üzerine düÅŸüÅŸlerini ve kuma çak?l??lar?n?! Ä°nsanoÄŸlunun bir tarz? vard?, yavrum! Sizin de olabilir ama ÅŸimdilik cazibeniz daha olgunlaÅŸmam??.

People probably do hear watches go tic-tok. But I'm sure my childhood clock went tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic…Why

It is not that I have no past. Rather, it continually fragments on the terrible and vivid ephemera of now.

To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illuminate only the track it has passed.

The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space.

scientists say that being fat can lead to dementia. I have decided, however, to throw caution to the winds and proceed with my all-cream-cake regime. It seems to me that the fatter I get, the fewer places I will go and so the less I will have to remember.

As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate.

He also knew that whenever he recalled her kissing his cheek with such unqualified trust and acceptance, it was going to ache just a little in the vicinity of his heart. It ached now.

You are thinking of the past." I put my arms around her. She'd risen from childbed too soon. "We are the past," she said.

knew nonpoisonous snakes from the baddies, a lesson she still remembered

It was a white pandemonium with the wrong past.

Then I remember ice cream been a food I never taste. I wonder what my mama dream to name me for this food, as if she name me Something Lost.

BE A FOOLISHNESS OF LIFE, HOW WE FORGET OUR HURTS IN sleep—like they unmade there, taken back into the time before. We wake in stupid innocence. Then all pains flash to memory, and every cruelty be fresh.

the more you understand your memory, the more inspired you'll be to improve it.