Quotes About Memory

For example, a threatening stimulus—say, a snake at your feet on a path in the woods—will automatically elicit defensive responses that occur as a result of activation of a defensive survival circuit. This is an a-noetic state that does not have any necessary connection to conscious knowing or the self. However, the same stimulus that triggered the a-noetic state can, and likely will, also result in the retrieval of conscious noetic knowledge (semantic memory) about

The essence of who you are is stored as synaptic interactions in and between the various systems of your brain. As we learn more about the synaptic mechanisms of memory, we learn more about the neural basis of the self.

For one thing, people tend to remember how they felt at the end of an emotional episode rather than how they felt about the whole episode.

The window during which a memory could be disrupted was four to six hours from the time it was acquired; after that, it became stable and persistent. This led to the standard view that a memory is stored once; then each time some stimulus appears that is relevant to it, the original memory is activated and expressed.

I died at Lake Silencio and all my wife got me was this lousy T-shirt.

cognition allows us to understand its dimensions. In simpler terms, we collect information from the past and the future, combine it with what we have in a temporary historical reference (or what we call memory), and our minds then tell us where and when we are. Being psychic is simply being more sensitive to the sea around us. It's simply a method that allows for additional sense of being.

Does the body remember? When the mind has forgotten?…And if dreams unmask our longings, as the wise have claimed since the Greeks, why is it that the dead are so often silent when we dream them? Don't we want them to speak? What would they say?

And if ever you wanted to quit your impatient girl truly, and our little story had to be stored away in a room that's only sometimes remembered, that's still a room I'd want, and I'd go there now and again, like some room in an old hotel on a seafront someplace where two sinners did something they shouldn't. Do you mind what I am telling you? It is the God's honest truth. Even if I never saw you or heard from you again, you'd already have been the miracle of my life.

Oh so maddening, how memory works, or doesn't work, when you are old. Every square in a counterpane you owned when you were five, you remember the sequence, the colours. But then people were so important to you, and now even their names are melted away.

The carnage was over, but there was still a bitter taste in my mouth.

Just because our political heroes were murdered does not mean that the dream does not still live, buried deep in our broken hearts.

So war es damals! Alles, was wuchs, brauchte viel Zeit zum Wachsen; und alles, was unterging, brauchte lange Zeit, um vergessen zu werden. Aber alles, was einmal vorhanden gewesen war, hatte seine Spuren hinterlassen, und man lebte dazumal von den Erinnerungen, wie man heutzutage lebt von der Fähigkeit, schnell und nachdrücklich zu vergessen.

It wasn't till much later — long after the Great War, which people call the "World War," and in my view rightly, and not for the usual reason, that the whole world was involved in it, but rather because as a result of it we lost a whole world, our world.

Allora, prima della grande guerra, all'epoca in cui ebbero luogo i fatti di cui si narra in queste pagine, non era ancora indifferente se un uomo viveva o moriva. Quando qualcuno spariva dalla schiera terrestre non veniva subito rimpiazzato da un altro affinché il morto venisse dimenticato: restava un vuoto, e i testimoni vicini e lontani del declino ammutolivano alla vista di quel vuoto.

Und Herr von Trotta glich einem Virtuosen, in dem das Feuer erloschen, in dessen Seele es taub und leer geworden ist und dessen Finger nur noch in kalter, seit Jahren erworbener Dienstfertigkeit dank ihrem eigenen, toten Gedächtnis richtige Klänge erzeugen.

That was how things were back then. Anything that grew took its time growing, and anything that perished took a long time to be forgotten. But everything that had once existed left its traces, and people lived on memories just as they now live on the ability to forget quickly and emphatically.

Our living room had a clock in it that used to clear its throat before striking the hours. He is that harrumphing.

Sighing, Lucky shut his eyes. The memory of Terror's spasms haunted him, and he couldn't suppress a shudder. What did the crazed dog see when he went into those convulsions?

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?

Don't I know you?" the ThunderClan leader murmured. "I thought I knew a promising young warrior once. . . . He looked a lot like you.

Hello, Mother." Squirrelflight blinked. Mother? Had he once been part of this group?

Had he really loved her once?

I won't forget," Lionpaw hissed in her ear.

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