Quotes About Memory

I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night. • F. SCOTT FITZGERALD, Tender Is the Night

Alice tried not to think too hard about the previous evening. She had once been told by her favorite aunt that the best way to get through life was not to dwell on things so she packed those events into a suitcase, and shoved it to the back of a mental cupboard,

just in case you've forgotten what we look like

I didn't say much; my head was still ringing with the music, and I didn't want it to fade. I kept thinking back to it, the way that Will's friend had been so lost in what he was playing. I hadn't realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn't predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.

These operations move memory around, perform some sort of basic math, or interrupt the processor to get it to do something else. In the end, that's all a computer processor can really do. But in the same way millions of books have been written using a relatively small alphabet of letters, an infinite number of possible programs can be created using a relatively small collection of machine instructions.

brief dry kisses, hugs, little more – would be swept aside in a hurried series of remembered moves and gestures.

You have to remember one thing about the will of the people: It wasn't that long ago that we were swept away by the macarena.

You have to remember one thing about the will of the people: it wasn't that long ago that we were swept away by the Macarena.

HOLLOW-TOOTH SYNDROME: Compulsion to torture oneself mentally, based on the fact that nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

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Some day, years later, in our memories, we'll return back to these places, and we'll toss about and we won't be able to sleep, thinking, remembering...it will all come back and we won't be able to change anything... So I wish that then, years later, you wouldn't regret anything and you wouldn't want to change anything at all - a life lived perfectly, a perfect memory...

Kod?l mes vis užmirštam šird?, lyg ji b?t? m?sos gabalas? Mes kalbam apie traktorius, ir apie rok?, ir apie s?rius, NATO, bet užmirštam šird?, kur viskas prasideda ir viskas pasibaigia...

Bet aš negaliu palikti nei vienos vietos be žaizdos savo prisiminimuose.

seni namai išsilaiko ilgiau negu nauji.

It's more difficult for a mother to forget one child than for living humanity to forget all the millions who died in this war.

daug sapn? jie ateina ir v?l pradingsta išblunka iš atminties

i'm a displaced person on my way home, in search for my home, retracing bits of past, looking for some recognisable traces of my past.

There is no compression algorithm for experience.

If someone is thinking of you, it hasn't ended. Nobody knows how it ends.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

Those who remember, remembered live on; those who forget, forgotten are gone.

The bloody massacre in Bangladesh quickly covered the memory of the Russian invasion of Czechoslovakia, the assassination of Allende drowned out the groans of Bangladesh, the war in the Sinai desert made people forget Allende, the Cambodian massacre made people forget Sinai, and so on and so forth until ultimately everyone lets everything be forgotten.

Even so tiny a loss has the power to still feel like a loss.

For you to die, you would have to be forgotten and no one forgets a founder of a nation.