Quotes About Memory

When we think of the past, we forget the fools and remember the sage. We reverse the process for our own time.

I don't remember debates. I don't think we spent a lot of time debating it. Maybe we did, but I don't remember.

I don't really know where I got my artists idea. The scraps of what I remember do not explain to me where it came from. I only know that by this time it was definitely settled in my mind.

History takes time. History makes memory.

Once upon a time Baltimore was necessary.

Time is a funny thing. I was always puzzled with the way a single day could stretch itself out to the point of eternity in your mind, all while years melted down into the fraction of a second.

The only time I ever went hunting I remembered it as a grisly experience.

But how many moments are already past! Ah! who thinks of those that are past?

How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

There are things and there are faces which, when felt or seen for the first time, stamp themselves upon the mind like a sun image on a sensitized plate and there remain unalterably fixed.

Surely no one can be sure he has visited Cienega; people say to themselves, do they not: 'Was it a vision; or have I, some time or other, seen dusk in a valley like this?'

There is no death to those who perfectly love-only disappearance, which in time may be borne.

I have a very strong visual memory of the first time I made him laugh. That was remarkable. I was like, "Oh, God, I just made Jack Benny laugh."

Not everything was lost in the flow of time

What's fascinated me from the time I was a little kid was the way we construct our lives through stories.

When we awaken, we cannot account for the time spent. We simply don't remember. About the only evidence we have of experiences while we were asleep is when we happen to remember a dream.

He's the kind of liar who totally forgets what he told you the last time, but he believes every single lie with such conviction that sometimes he can convince you of it.

Time has passed through me and become a song.

The songs are all indexes of a time in the past when I was writing them.

So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.

What is any achievement, however great it was, once time itself is dead?

We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever.

I listen to the tick of an unseen clock marking moments of time long passed.

This is what I want: I want to grab my brother's hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.