Quotes About Memory

You may say that, now Dawes has gone. You didn't think our locks so hard—nor our matrons, perhaps—when they kept her neat and close, for you to gaze at!

She wished for a moment that they were all children again. It still seemed extraordinary to her, that everything had turned out the way it had.

shall grow dry and pale and paper-thin—like a leaf, pressed tight inside the pages of a dreary black book and then forgotten.

I have seemed to see our kisses there sometimes, I've seen them hanging in the curtains

I shivered again, remembering. I put the tip of one finger to my tongue. It tasted sharp—like vinegar, like blood. Like money.

Serotonin relays messages related to mood, sexual desire and function, appetite, sleep, memory, learning and social behaviour. The crude theory is that when we don't have enough serotonin, the information doesn't get through.

I also don't have much memory of going to the counsellor who told me I was anxious. Actually, this is a common theme across all of my anxious episodes - very hazy recollections of every day details, like dates and locations, but sharp-as-tack memories of the theories and ruminations that accompanied the episodes. Anyone else experience the same?

Annie knew that her mother's marbles were loose, but had never suspected that one day they would all fly out of the bag at the same time, bouncing into far-flung corners, never to be gathered together again.

It is only a reminder of that great love. And he builds it to last forever. Or one thousand years, which is like forever but shorter.

As long as I can I will look at this world for both of us. As long as I can I will laugh with the birds, I will sing with the flowers, I will pray to the stars, for both of us.

The song of the years, the melody of life. Everything else - is not you, all others are strangers. And you yourself, who are you? You don't know. You'll get to know it later, when you string the beads of memory. You'll be what is most endearing, most cruel and most eternal.

On one of the shores the cuckoo was counting my years.

Losing a parent is something like driving through a plate-glass window. You didn't know it was there until it shattered, and then for years to come you're picking up the pieces -- down to the last glassy splinter.

When I finish something, I generally put it on the shelf, and I very seldom look at it unless somebody mentions it to me, and then I open the book, and I read it, and I say, "Did I do that?"

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away

She stuck a bookmark in his heart and walked away.

I keep trying to forget, but I must remember. And gather the scattered continents of a self, once whole. Before they plant flags and boundary my destiny. Push down the watered mountains that blemish this soiled soul before the valleys of my conscience get the best of me. I'll need a passport just to simply reach the rest of me. A vaccination for a lesser god's bleak history.

For all the ghosts and corpses that shall never know the breath of our children so long for the sacrifice and endurance of our mothers and the sustained breath of our fathers we live

I can't memorize names and shake hands at the same time.

All religions have core beliefs that confound these innate expectations about the world, such as faith in physically powerful but essentially bodiless deities. These beliefs grab attention, activate intuition, and mobilize inference in ways that facilitate their social transmission, cultural selection, and historical persistence. New experiments suggest that such beliefs, in small doses, are optimal for memory. This greatly favors their cultural survival. Mature

You see, i f you have t rue photographic vision, you have clar i ty and i f you have clarity, you don't need to explain or defend your images. Clar i ty is about what emot ions or feel ings the image is t rying to evoke, not the fact s behind the image. Photographic clar i ty is about passion of purpose. I t 's about a single-minded desi re to protect a memory. I t 's about story tel l ing wi th a camera that 's so power ful , no words are necessary.

Ghosts often exist even in the bodies of people we love.

All our memories are reconstructed memories. They are the product of what we originally experienced and everything that's happened afterwards.