Quotes About Memory

I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.

Let the dozing soul remember,let the mind awake and revive by contemplatinghow our life goes by so swiftlyand how our death comes near so silently;how quickly pleasure fades,and how when it is recalled it give us pain,how we seem always to thinkthat times past must have been better than today.

Any time gone by was better.

Hoy la ciencia ya ha demostrado que «el hábito es la gran herramienta de la memoria y, por lo tanto, también del talento, que es su criatura» (José Antonio Marina dixit).

Si yo escucho, olvido; si yo veo, recuerdo; pero si yo hago, comprendo».

La inteligencia humana es la memoria guiada por el entendimiento, el entendimiento hecho posible por la memoria, y la voluntad emergiendo de todo y dirigiéndolo todo.

Depois tem mais. Tão cedo não vão cortar o seu pé de Laranja Lima. Quando o cortarem, você estará longe e nem sentirá. Agarrei-me soluçando as seus joelhos. - Não adianta, Papai. Não adianta... E, olhando o seu rosto que também se encontrava cheio de lágrimas, murmurei como um morto: - Já cortaram, Papa, faz mais de uma semana que cortaram o meu pé de Laranja Lima.

KastettiÄŸim onu kalbimde öldürmek. Ä°yiliÄŸini istemekten vazgeçmek. Derken bir gün ölüp gidecek.

el alma es como el tronco del árbol, que no guarda memoria de las floraciones pasadas sino de las heridas que le abrieron en la corteza.

Y ricuerde cada cual lo que cada cual sufrió, que lo que es, amigo, yo, hago ansí la cuenta mía: ya lo pasado pasó; mañana será otro día.

How long have you been away from the country?" Laruja asked Ibarra. "Almost seven years." "Then you have probably forgotten all about it." "Quite the contrary. Even if my country does seem to have forgotten me, I have always thought about it.

I die without seeing dawn's light shining on my country... You, who will see it, welcome it for me...don't forget those who fell during the nighttime.

I die without seeing the dawn brighten over my native land. You who have it to see, welcome it ... and forget not those who have fallen during the night!

Religion, in refusing to degrade you, has placed in doubt the crime imputed to you; the government, in surrounding your case with mystery and shadow, gives reason for belief in some error, committed in fatal moments; and all the Philippines, in venerating your memory and calling you martyrs, in no way acknowledges your guilt.

If the book succeeds in awakening in you a consciousness of our past, now erased from memory, and in correcting what has been distorted and falsified, then I shall not have worked in vain, and on this basis, small though it may be, we can all set out to study the future.

How often, in the midst of modern civilizations have I wanted to bring you into the discussion, sometimes to recall these memories, sometimes to compare you to other countries, so often that your beloved image became to me like a social cancer.

Whatever happens, we'll all meet in that great card-index in the sky.

Porque la experiencia es eso: una triste riqueza que solo sirve para saber cómo se debería haber vivido, pero no para vivir nuevamente.

My annual pilgrimages to the dead involve a good deal of talking to myself (which serves as my principal internal gyroscope) and increasingly confirm that the older I get the more the dead take hold of me. I like the notion that my heart is a temple of memory in which they intermittently reside. I feel compelled, in some way or other, to complete their lives, to honor their gifts and sacrifices.

Young men soon give, and soon forget, affronts old age is slow in both.

If there is any substitute for love, it is memory.

As long as we can remember them, our families will always be with us.

I wish you had been there with me in that picture," he used to say to Wilsie and me. "It is so lonely being there forever without another Indian.

So it is that both this breathing moment and what is called "the future"are always linked with what is called "the past." So it is that dreams become reality, that memories move back and forth between dreams, and that our stories are a swaying, dancing bridge between them.