Quotes About Memory

Memory can immortalize a dream. Beyond temporarily there is eternity. Lost Dreams.

Now is now. And now will never be again. Tomorrow is another country. The magic of the present moment must be found out and be given a further life in the attic of our remembrance. ("Voices of the sea" )

Our memory consists of bits and pieces which have made their imprint on our dreams and our life. All those fragments have enlightened or darkened the sky and the horizon of our existence. They are all instances that we don't want to forget or splinters that we can't obliterate. The mind collects them and by recalling, interpreting or idealizing them, the actuality very often becomes corroded. We experience then a "mutilated memory".--

Remembering our past can be a healthy exercise. We should yet beware of manipulations of our memory. By sticking to things that torment us, we can be tempted to brood over what should have, could have or would have been done.(no shoulda,coulda,woulda). When we walk down the memory lane, we learn from the past and pick for the present the fundamentals, which can be brought into play for the future. ("Walking down the memory lane" )

Trauma breaks your brain—makes it atrophy forever. The damage is not metaphorical but physical. The most severely affected tissue is the left superior parietal lobule, associated with memory, language, and the ability to orient oneself in the world. The lobule shrinks.

I root through your remains, looking for the black box. Nothing left but glossy chunks, a pimp's platinum tooth clanking inside the urn. I play you over and over, my beloved conspiracy, my personal Zapruder film

Was it possible for the living to haunt their fellow creatures? For something as intangible as the mere memory of a gesture to slip into the subconscious unbidden and remain there until some firing synapse, some chemical key set it free?

Kill me," he rasped at Clear Sky. "Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won." -Gray Wing

For a moment Bramblestar thought that he could see Firestar and Dustpelt weaving around the two new-made elders, the four cats united again. But before he could be certain, the image faded.

Kill me. Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won.

I am sorry I am the only cat left of what was once a noble Clan. I will try to preserve the way of the warrior until my last breath. But I fear that when I die it will die with me, and the memory of SkyClan will be lost forever.

I would like to choose my own warrior name. If it is all right, I wish to be known as Crowfeather." Crowpaw spoke so quietly, his voice was almost lost in the pounding water. "I wish to keep alive the memory of . . . of the cat who did not return from the first journey.

Spirits of cats who have gone before," Moony mewed, "I am sorry I am the only cat left of what was once a noble Clan. I will try to preserve the way of the warrior until my last breath. But I fear that when I die it will die with me, and the memory of SkyClan will be lost forever.

But thoughts of his brother quickly slid away, to be replaced with the memory of heather-colored eyes and a soft voice asking if he needed herbs.

She didn't want to be remembered as the kit who was jumped on by a dead squirrel.

The memory of the dream had followed him into sleep. Fluttering Bird wanted the cats to join together. They must be like the Blazing Star and gather like petals around the heart of a flower. He was sure of it. It made sense.

Mickey continued. "If you ever come back, you will find this thing, your possession, which you gave to me. It was my favorite toy, and when I played with it, I thought of you. This will prove that I came back to look for you--that I never forgot you or stopped loving you.

know that the pain is fresh and strong in this moment, but when you return to Bella and your litter, you should remember this day—not as the day you lost a pup, but the day you were given two.

Yes, Black Eye. I remember," said Snap. "He had a—" "Let me guess," Lucky interrupted. "A black patch of fur around one eye?" Snap cocked her head, perplexed. "How did you know?" Lucky sighed. "Never mind.

And Sky isn't crazy—far from it. He has kept alive the memory of the Clan for many seasons.

En este borde, entre una Buenos Aires que cree recordar y la ciudad que encuentra en 1921, dibuja un espacio literario que funda su primera gran invención: el criollismo urbano de vanguardia.

I speak as though it all happened yesterday. Yesterday indeed is recent, but not enough. For what I tell this evening is passing this evening, at this passing hour. I'm no longer with these assassins, in this bed of terror, but in my distant refuge, my hands twined together, my head bowed, weak, breathless, calm, free, and older than I'll have ever been, if my calculations are correct.

Yesterday is not a milestone that has been passed, but a daystone on the beaten track of the years, and irremediably part of us, within us, heavy and dangerous. We are not merely more weary because of yesterday, we are other, no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday.

Every man carries within him a world, which is composed of all that he has seen and loved,