Quotes About Memory

Time does not act on memory to soften the edges, blur the details; if anything, it sharpens them. Emotions may lose their acid outlines, but not places and people, not if you wish to retain them.

The particular qualities and intentions of photographs tend to be swallowed up in the generalized pathos of time past.

Reminds me of the red dress you wore the first time I had you. That was it for me, you know. You devastated me. There was no coming back from that.

Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.

Music can take you back in time to that place when you first fell in love and really haunt you.

You only have but so much time to make an impact or people will forget you. My goal always is to make the biggest impact possible.

I had to spend my entire childhood in the Altensam dungeon like an inmate doing time for no comprehensible reason, for a crime he can't remember committing, a judicial error probably.

Who knows whether the best of men be known? or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time?

Time was when people used to brag about how old they were - and I am old enough to remember it.

All of this happened a long time ago. But not so long ago that everyone who played a part in it is dead. Some can still be met in dark old rooms with nurses in attendance.

I remember there was someone. Someone to love. Someone to hate. And I was something. Something special. And proud of it. For a time. Then they turned on me. He turned on me. I remember . . . dying.

Memory is a stopgap for humans, for whom time flies and what is passed is passed.

Dead people can be our heroes because they can't disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

The last time I was in Japan as President of Russia was 11 years ago, if memory serves. I later visited in my capacity as Prime Minister.

Few can remember clearly when innocence came to a sudden end, the moment at which we ask for the first time: Am I loved?

Certainly, for time out of mind, an obsessive dwelling on happier former days has been synonymous with getting older, while it was the juvenescent who rushed with open arms to embrace the future.

Come near; I would, before my time to go, Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.

... I am the same personal being who in old times upon the Earth had those experiences.

What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.

The first time I got onstage was when I was about 5 years old. It was at a church social, and I had a poem to recite.

Grief reconfigures time, its length, its texture, its function: one day means no more than the next, so why have they been picked out and given separate names?

Ageing means a loss of a number of skills over time.

Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.