Quotes About Memory

Is that why the parents of dead children spend half the rest of their lives in darkened rooms? Are they hoping the ghosts will return with all their original power? She

Kingsley used to tell the following anecdote about sibling rivalry – how he found me, when I was four or five, lying on the stairs in an ecstasy of grief, how he worriedly knelt at my side and, after several minutes, managed to quell my hiccuppy gaspings, my heaving chest. Then he said, 'Easy now . . . What is it?' When at last I could find and shape the words, I said, 'Philip had a biscuit' . . .

As long ago as the early 1980s, a UK government poster depicted a human being as a 2,048,000 kilobyte memory. (That's only two megabytes – about one song on an iPod – but at the time it sounded a lot!)

Regina Waldman, a young Jewish girl living in Libya, who was nine years old in 1957, recalled an incident in her own school. A teacher asked the children in an arithmetic lesson: 'If you have ten Jews and you kill five, how many do you have left?' That, she reflected many years later, 'was my first taste of hate.'13

Echte Erinnerung ist Zuwendung zum unerschlossenen Inwendigen des Gewesenen. Echtes Erinnern ist ein Ahnen.

We are not makers of history. We are made by history.

I used to love you very much.

It isn't about being or not being dead. It's about what you leave behind.

She captured the singular moment in her mind, with the sun shining on their faces, knowing she'd keep it in her memory forever like a treasured photograph.

Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably happy. But there would always be a deep precious place in his heart that belonged to his first real love.

She looked like someone he must have known all his life. She looked like a little piece of home - whatever the devil his mind meant by presenting him with that odd idea.

It is impossible," he said, "to put a label upon remembered feelings. They are colored too much by all our subsequent experiences.

It is just a pity, he added, that some things can never be entirely forgotten just by trying. But we have all learned that lesson.

Died August 4th, 1860.

Ich erinnerte mich, wie der Baronet mir erzählt hatte, dass

My mind is like a crowded box-room with packets of all sorts stowed away therein—so many that I may well have but a vague perception of what was there.

My collection of M's is a fine one," said he. "Moriarty himself is enough to make any letter illustrious, and here is Morgan the poisoner, and Merridew of abominable memory, and Mathews, who knocked out my left canine in the waiting-room at Charing Cross, and, finally, here is our friend of to-night.

and if I have now been compelled to make a clear statement of his career it is due to those injudicious champions who have endeavoured to clear his memory by attacks upon him whom I shall ever regard as the best and the wisest man whom I have ever known.

He claims that the power of producing and appreciating it existed among the human race long before the power of speech was arrived at. Perhaps that is why we are so subtly influenced by it. There are vague memories in our souls of those misty centuries when the world was in its childhood.

uno debe amueblar el pequeño ático de su cerebro con todo lo que es probable que vaya a utilizar, y que el resto puede dejarlo guardado en el desván de la biblioteca, de donde puede sacarlo si lo necesita.

It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.

Recuerda usted lo que afirma Darwin sobre la música? Sostiene que la capacidad de producirla y de apreciarla existió en la raza humana mucho antes de que esta alcanzase la facultad de la palabra. Quizá sea esta la razón de que influya en nosotros de una manera tan sutil. Existen en nuestras almas confusos recuerdos de aquellos siglos nebulosos en que el mundo se hallaba en su niñez.

Tausend Teufel!" he exclaimed, rapping out a tremendous South German oath, to the great astonishment of his audience and to the disgust of the Swedenborgian. "Where the Henker am I then, and what in thunder has occurred? Oh yes, I remember now. One of these nonsensical mesmeric experiments. There is no result