Quotes About Memory

Very little is known about the War of 1812 because the Americans lost it.

One of the great artists of this period, Barnett Newman, wrote about his response and that of his fellow artists: "We are freeing ourselves of the impediments of memory, association, nostalgia, legend, myth, or what have you, that have been devices of Western European painting." In their attempt to

When memory is disrupted, these essential mental faculties suffer. Thus, memory is the glue that holds our mental life together. Without its unifying force, our consciousness would be broken into as many fragments as there are seconds in the day.

Eric R. Kandel

A cultura é memória muscular institucional, que não se baseia em como a organização aspira a atuar, mas em como realmente atuou no passado.

We can see and feel the waste of material things. Awkward, inefficient, or ill-directed movements of men, however, leave nothing visible or tangible behind them. Their appreciation calls for an act of memory, an effort of the imagination.

Saul may be the one with Alzheimer's, but I'm the one suffering a long and miserable life.

No," I said, "I don't remember." But my best guess is, so far at least, that I only have Sometimer's, not Alzheimer's.

Obviously, losing a parent is very difficult. I miss my dad every day, but I know he would be proud to see me continuing to swim and going for another shot at the Olympics.

It feels like every reference he makes, every little word, catapults me back there, to a place that doesn't really exist anymore.

Commenting on the return of Descartes' remains to his native France, Jacobi remarks that "It is often more convenient to possess the ashes of great men than to possess the men themselves during their lifetime.

I can't compete with a ghost or a perfect memory...I'm just a man...Flesh and blood. If you decide that's what you want, you know where to find me...

Erinnern das ist vielleicht die qualvollste Art des Vergessens und vielleicht die freundlichste Art der Linderung dieser Qual

Emil was already familiar with those people who always say, "Goodness, everything was better in the old days." And he no longer listened when people told him that in the old days the air was cleaner or that cows had bigger heads. Because it usually wasn't true. Those people simply wanted to be dissatisfied, because otherwise they would have to be satisfied.

Alt ist, was man vergessen hat. Und das Unvergeßliche war gestern. Der Maßtab ist nicht die Uhr, sondern der Wert. Und das Wertvollste, ob lustig oder traurig, ist die Kindheit. Vergeß das Unverglißliche nicht! Diesen Rat kan man, glaub ich, nicht früh genug geben.

This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war.

To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.

Sometimes I used to think that one day i should wake up, and all that had been would be over. forgotten, sunk, drowned. Nothing was sure - not even memory.

Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver.

We were happy. I know I ought to be able to tell you about it, yet I cannot, for while a nightmare will stay with you like hunger, when you awake from a happy dream, you have no memory of it.

When I saw her figure standing on Ulv Hunger's ship, I realized she was my first love. Oh, do not laugh! Go and ask your grandfather who was his first love, and when he answers, 'Your grandmother', ask him again. He will smile, for such is the pain of first love that it leaves no bitterness behind.

Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.

At times we pick from our "extensive time experience" some enchanting moments that are cuddling in our mind. They are stolen moments from our durational perception and we are keen on holding them preciously in our memory's Garden of Eden. ("Stolen moments" )

Ephemeral emotions can be saved in the backyard of our memory. Beauty and poetry are stored in the mind and illuminate our thoughts. ( "Living life as a poem" )