Quotes About Memory

The first to fall in any war are forgotten.

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth but not its twin.

It's in vain to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.

You can fool history sometimes, but you can't fool the memory of your intimates.

The backs of his hands remind him of paper burning in the fireplace, the moment the taut membrane goes slack into a thousand wrinkles, just before it withers to ash and air.

A dead parent is a tricky kind of ghost. If you can make it into more like a doll, putting it in the real house and clothes and such that they had, it helps you to picture them as a person instead of just a person-shaped hole in the air.

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative truth but not its twin.

It's surprising how much of memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

He wrote as if he'd been the one to carry the camera to each and every one of his life's events, and thus was unseen in all the pictures.

Alive, nobody matters much in the long run. But dead, some men matter more than others.

A dead parent is a tricky kind of ghost. If you can make it into more like a doll, putting it in the real house and clothes and such that they had, it helps you to picture them as a person instead of just a person-shaped hole in the air. Which helps you feel less like a person-shaped invisible kid.

Until that moment I'd always beloved i could still go home and pretend the Congo never happened

it had been her mother who put Willa back together. When someone mattered like that, you didn't lose her at death. You lost her as you kept living.

I would concede now that all these things were fabrications based on stories I'd heard. Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth but not its twin.

The Marines aren't rooting for the new society. The U.S. is paying the contras, the guys that attack the farmers." Hallie would not laugh now, she would be inflamed. She said we were a nation in love with forgetting the facts.

You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember. Think of the vine that curls from the small square plot that was once my heart. That is the only marker you need. Move on. Walk forward into the light.

Anything in her mother's handwriting she saved. Willa wanted her also to go on weighing something in the world.

When someone mattered like that, you didn't lose her at death. You lost her as you kept living.

Blanche's mind rang with remembered slights and taunts, and

no such thing as death in her lexicon, and that as long as I lived and you lived she would live, too, for we would carry the memory of her in our hearts for ever.

Killed so tragically in a plane crash, in a plane he was flying himself; David Amory, her grandfather, who was aboard that plane

Gerçek ÅŸuydu ki, kötü an?lar asla silinmiyordu. Hay?r, en fazla duraks?yorlard?; aç?lmay? bekleyen bir kutunun içinde bekler gibi duruyor, Bizi özledin mi? Merak etme, hala buraday?z! Ve hiçbir yere gitmiyoruz! diyorlard?.

I read it somewhere once." She laughed. "You did not." "I did. Okay, I wrote it down first. Then I read it. But still.

My mother would have wanted me to say a prayer, crossing myself at its conclusion, and had this been her grave, I would have done so. But such a western ritual would have been an insult to my father in his life, and why would I do something to offend him now? I smiled. It was hard to avoid that kind of thinking. My father was dead. Still, I offered no prayer.