Quotes About Memory

I'm trying to think of the last time I had onions.

It was a long time ago now. And it was yesterday.

Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.

There was surely nothing to indicate at the time that such evidently small incidents would render whole dreams forever irredeemable.

What I felt at that time - we're talking about '61 - was that I couldn't remember seeing a film that reflected the age we were living in.

The crisis of the 1930s and the populist reactions of that time must not be forgotten.

Once upon a time wasn't as long ago as it used to be.

Each time a friend dies, the present becomes the past, in an instant.

Once upon a time there were two parents, two children, and a brick house with lilies in the yard. The parents died, the lilies wilted. One child disappeared. Then the other." Pg 225

I wanted to stay hooked because it was the first time I've been part of the tradition where forgetting was just fine. You do it, you try, you forget, you fail.

When I was 6, I saw a commercial that Jessica Simpson was in and that was the first time I felt my little heart flutter.

The eye - which sees all objects reversed - retains the images for some time.

I knew I would replay the scene countless times in the years before me, each time thinking of different things I should have said and done. But all I did was walk away without looking back.

Trying a case a second time is like eating yesterday morning's oatmeal.

Doolittle looked just like a little toy soldier the first time I ever saw him.

Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-making. It is immeasurably sad.

How soon will time cover all things.

You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away.

We are always tortured by our memory of the last time we were with anyone, what we said, what we did not say.

Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

I like a book to be full of the memory of what it is, a voice in an endless conversation, and yet at the same time to be new.

When you see yourself on video, you and your friends spending time on vacation, and they take a video, and then you see it, it's really disturbing.

You know, I watched the original 'Same Time, Next Year' on DVD about ten times this year, and I cried all ten times.

Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?