Quotes About Memory

We tend to worry about our ability to remember names or where we put our keys, but we should also worry about the memory we need to be a great performer in whatever role we fill as a professional, parent

Memories that are not recalled often can begin to fade away because those memories are not being reinforced. Which is why it's relatively easier to remember the details of what you did more recently than what happened many years ago.

if you remembered everything that comes into your brain, your brain would not work properly and your ability to creatively think and imagine would be diminished. Everyday life would be difficult; sure, you'd be able to recall long lists and cite elegiac love poems, but you'd struggle to grasp abstract concepts and even to recognize faces. There's

Someone who was mean can become, after developing dementia, gentle and sweet.

It's a beautiful paradox: In order to remember, we have to forget to some degree.

Scientists discovered these "forgetting" neurons in 2019, which helps us further understand the importance of sleep—and the merits of forgetting. It's a beautiful paradox: In order to remember, we have to forget to some degree.

He was like a few notes scattered in a strong wind, the backbone of melody long since blown out to sea.

A father lives after death in his son.

Quería verla, así fuera de lejos. Necesitaba comprobar que seguía existiendo, que la imagen que tenía en la mente y que lo hacía sufrir tenía una vida por fuera de su nostalgia

Lo más intrigante de las tragedias es el modo en que las olvidamos

The day will come When my body no longer exists But in the lines of this poem I will never let you be alone The day will come When my voice is no longer heard But within the words of this poem I will continue to watch over you The day will come When my dreams are no longer known But in the spaces found in the letters of this poem I will never tired of looking for you

YANG FANA ADALAH WAKTU Yang fana adalah waktu. Kita abadi: memungut detik demi detik, merangkainya seperti bunga sampai pada suatu hari kita lupa untuk apa. "Tapi, yang fana adalah waktu, bukan?" tanyamu. Kita abadi. Perahu Kertas, Kumpulan Sajak, 1982

Pada Suatu Hari Nanti pada suatu hari nanti jasadku tak akan ada lagi tapi dalam bait-bait sajak ini kau takkan kurelakan sendiri pada suatu hari nanti suaraku tak terdengar lagi tapi di antara larik-larik sajak ini kau akan tetap kusiasati pada suatu hari nanti impianku pun tak dikenal lagi namun di sela-sela huruf sajak ini kau takkan letih-letihnya kucari

Kenangan adalah fosil, tidak akan bisa menjadi abu, malah memiliki kekuatan untuk mendikte jarum-jarum jam agar berputar ke kiri.

sanokaa minun sanoneen: meistä puhutaan kauan

I loved you once long ago, Athis… you seemed to me a small, ungainly child.

No holy place existed without us then, no woodland, no dance, no sound. Beyond all hope, I prayed those timeless days we spent might be made twice as long. I prayed one word: I want. Someone, I tell you, will remember us, even in another time.

Someone will remember us, even in another time.

I loved you Atthis once long ago. You seemed to me a little child and graceless.

Queens and goddesses forget nothing, except when it suits them.

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became: each of them told the story with complete conviction. In the end, she thought, perhaps they were all right. The stories of what had happened to each of them in those bloody days of the revolution were a web they wove together; the truth scuttled back and forth between the delicate strands of memory, and could not be pinned down.

He leaned over and kissed me — not for the first time, but it still felt like something. Like something I don't remember having felt before, or at least for a long time. Like a door had been opened that had been shut so long ago that I forgot it was there, and whatever was behind that door was younger and brighter and less burdened than what I'd becom

Consider the possibility,'" I said, quoting Silette, "'that what we perceive as the future has already happened, and intuition is only a very good memory.

I had no idea what he was referring to. It could have been Vic. Or it could have been the shooting in front of the restaurant the other day. I had the thought that maybe he wanted me to forget everything—the ruin, the despair, the blood. Maybe he was part of a committee to help people remember New Orleans before and forget New Orleans now.