Quotes About Memory

When you deal with a person who's experiencing dementia, you can see where they're struggling with knowledge. You can see what they forget completely, what they forget but they know what they once knew. You can tell how they're trying to remember.

The older you get the more you live in the past

That's how Ptolemy imagined the disposition of his memories, his thoughts: they were still his, still in the range of his thinking, but they were, many and most of them, locked on the other side a closed door that he's lost the key for. So his memory became like secrets held away from his own mind. But these secrets were noisy things; they babbled and muttered behind the door, and so if he listened closely he might catch a snatch of something he once knew well.

In other words, the dream itself, hidden in the memory, rises to its own defense when it hears itself being challenged by an alternate version, and so reveals itself.

What they finally remember is not the editing, not the camerawork, not the performances, not even the story—it's how they felt.

it often occurs that a work of art — even though incomprehensible — remains in the mind, and produces its effect years later, when people are apt to remark that it was not the same as when they first saw it, transferring to the object under discussion the chance in themselves.

Dejar constancia de la divergencia y expresar un sentimiento de inconformidad, aunque no genere un cambio inmediato en el ambiente, es un procedimiento que fortalece la autoestima y evita la acumulación de basura en la memoria.

futuro está almacenado en el pasado.

On love, on grief, on every human thing, Time sprinkles Lethe's water with his wing.

Many fathers are gone. Some leave, some are left. Some return, unknown and hungry. Only the dog remembers. —NICK FLYNN, ANOTHER BULLSHIT NIGHT IN SUCK CITY Their

Did you find your shit? You've got to watch the mota Thurston, your fuckin' memory just goes out the window.

All comparison is based on memory, and memory is an image based on engrams. It follows that all judgement, evaluation, is an interpretation of images, for even the present is already a memory by the time we have seized it. Therefore the unending process of finding things "good" or "not so good" is a work of imagination. Would in not be futile indeed to suppose that such judgments, that is any and all judgments, could have any absolute existence or value?

Burn, glare, old sun, so long unseen, That time may find its sound again, and cleanse Whatever it is that a wound remembers After the healing ends.

The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.

Whether we and our politicians know it or not, Nature is party to all our deals and decisions, and she has more votes, a longer memory, and a sterner sense of justice than we do.

I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.

How prudently most men creep into nameless graves, while now and then one or two forget themselves into immortality.

Often the future is shaped not by what we remember but by what we forget.

My childhood was kind of a blur, to tell you the truth. I needed better glasses.

The Flasher of '04.

That's what Alzheimer's does: it's a thief in the night, stealing precious pictures from our lives while we sleep.

We see, too, how Christopher is at a stage in his disease where he can't remember the word for moon, but it doesn't matter, he knows it's something beautiful in the sky, isn't that enough?

If you were to touch a hot stove and burn your hand, but later were made to forget how you got the burn, your body would still have the fear of being burned. Only it would not be activated only by hear, or a red-hot burner on a stove. It would come and go at its leisure, and you would have no idea how to stop it.

In psychology we have a name for the automatic scripts our brains piece together when we repeatedly do the same thing in the same way: procedural memory. It's such an important repository of information that only the most frequently repeated patterns get stored like this.