Quotes About Memory

The human brain is like a memory system that records every thing that happens to us and makes intelligent predictions based on those experiences.

Your legacy is the fragrance of your life that remains when you yourself are not present.

We don't just treasure our memories; we are our memories

The trouble is that we often don't remember them correctly.

When a man's stories are remembered, then he is immortal.

Remembering a man's stories makes him immortal.

What is it you say now, what peace is there to be made in the last minutes of the last day that will mark the before and after of your life until then, the day that will change everything for both of you, the living and the dead?

Although no sculptured marble should rise to their memory, nor engraved stone bear record of their deeds, yet will their remembrance be as lasting as the land they honored.

Ree sat chilled inside her squat tent. To occupy her mind, she decided to name all the Miltons: Thump, Blond, Catfish, Spider, Whoop, Rooster, Scrap… Lefty, Dog, Punch, Pinkeye, Momsy… Cotton, Hog-jaw, Ten Penny, Peashot…

Then she moved backwards, deeper into the shadow. All I could see was that she was barely there, like something you almost recall: the Pledge of Allegiance, your daddy's real name.

This is probably going to sound a little weird"—he made a sound like a soft chuckle—"sorry. The accent on your voicemail reminds me of my mom's sister. She's from Savannah. She used to call everything bat-shit crazy. That's what made me laugh just now." The voice stopped, and Harper thought he'd disconnected. A

how he gathered every morsel for later use as ammunition. His skill in this was impressive; he might not even be paying attention, and still, somehow, he absorbed details she shared. The most mundane, irrelevant facts were corrupted in his grip.

I'd never met him, so I never missed him.

Because of their impact on our memories, writers rule. They wield the instrument by which our world is organized.

Sing Me no songs tell me no tales cry me no tears, but remember me kindly.

I was fifteen then, too young to fall in-love. Or maybe it is only then, with dew of childhood still in my eyes, that I was capable of such love. I will never know, of course.

Since childhood, I was afflicted with a sick hypersensitivity, and my imagination quickly turned everything into a memory, too quickly: sometimes one day was enough, or an interval of a few hours, or a routine change of place, for an everyday event with a lyrical value that I did not sense at the time, to become suddenly adorned with a radiant echo, the echo ordinarily reserved only for those memories which have been standing for many years in the powerful fixative of lyrical oblivion.

Ispod toga sam bio zapisao pre nekoliko ve?eri, kada mi je postalo jasno da Euridika više ne?e do?i: Agnosceo veteris vestigia flamme. Ožiljkom jednim oboga?en.

Se?am se - ako imam pravo da se se?am - uzbu?enja kada smo prvi put izmešali naše stvari u jednom hotelu u Bakuu: ode?a nam je stajala u ormanima na vešalicama, u nekoj lascivnoj intimnosti.

Veliko vam hvala, gospo?o, idem da potražim ku?u u kojoj sam živeo. Ne, hvala vam, više bih voleo da budem sam.

Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names.

People say you never remember anybody who dies in movies, and it's true, you don't. You don't even remember people who disappear.

In that part of the book of my memory before which is little that can be read, there is a rubric, saying, "Incipit Vita Nova [The new life begins]."

But when thou shalt be in the sweet world, I pray thee bring me to men's memory.