Quotes About Memory

Ä°nsanlar?n pek çoÄŸunun bellekleri, sevmekten vazgeçtikleri ölülerinin sessiz sedas?z yatt?klar? terk edilmiÅŸ mezarl?klard?r. unutulmayan ac? unutkanl?klar?na yönelen bir küfürdür.

La mémoire des femmes ressemble à ces tables anciennes dont elles se servent pour coudre. Il y a des tiroirs secrets ; il y en a, fermés depuis longtemps et qui ne peuvent s'ouvrir, il y a des fleurs séchées qui ne sont plus que de la poussière de roses ; des écheveaux emmêlés, quelquefois des épingles. La mémoire de Marie était très complaisante ; elle devait lui servir à broder son passé.

Celui qui prétend se souvenir mot pour mot d'une conversation m'a toujours paru un menteur ou un mythomane. Il ne me reste jamais que des bribes, un texte plein de trous, comme un document mangé des vers. Mes propres paroles, même à l'instant où je les prononce, je ne les entends pas. Quand à celles de l'autre, elles m'échappent, et je ne me souviens que du mouvement d'une bouche à portée de mes lèvres. (p. 202-203)

La beauté de Catherine de Mainau n'était plus qu'un souvenir ; au lieu de miroirs, elle avait dans sa chambre ses portraits d'autrefois. (p. 86)

Le sue parole avevano una sonorità lontana come se prendessero la loro ragione da un passato che si faceva futuro abolendo il presente.

Surely it is much more generous to forgive and remember, than to forgive and forget.

No one can resurrect love once it has breathed its last.

Isn't it strange that sometimes the memory of an act of kindness can cause more pain than the cruel stuff?

because the past had shaped the present, it was more important than the present

She had realized there are only fragments, that 'memories' always consist of fragments the mind puts together into a pattern, adapts a picture staked out early without the need for a conenction with anything that really happened. A great deal is misunderstood by small children, then stored as images that attract similar images, confirming and reinforcing.

I recognized everything, the waterfall and the lakes, the trees and paths. But they had forgotten me. That was bitter and I cried a lot. One should never return to sacred places.

Waren er geen herinneringen als er geen woorden waren? Wat was er dan, buiten woorden? Er moest toch íéts zijn? Niet buiten woorden, maar erachter, aan de andere kant ervan.

An ancient memory of this love haunts all of us all the time, and beckons us to return.

El pasado no está en ningún lugar, excepto en nuestra mente, y el futuro tampoco existe en ningún lugar excepto en nuestra mente.

Only in my mind does the past exist.

I had no idea that the gate I would step through to finally enter this world would be the space my brother's body made.

Whole chapters of contemporary history are disappearing into the ether as e-mails get trashed and webpages are taken down and people die without sharing their passwords.

All lives are stories, and history is made of stories.

You never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time.

Sometimes the visionary aspect of any particular day comes to you in the memory of it, or it opens to you over time.

Vision sometimes comes in a memory.

We fly forgotten as a dream, certainly, leaving the forgetful world behind us to trample and mar and misplace everything we have ever cared for. That is just the way of it, and it is remarkable.

remembering and forgiving can be contrary things

History could make a stone weep.