Quotes About Memory

As more than one Marine historian has said, it's unfortunate to the memory of the men who fought and died on Peleliu that it remains one of the lesser known and poorly understood battles of World War II

In a way one is reminded of the pretty little birdhouses for the starlings set out by the tenderhearted butchers in the Auschwitz barracks.)

Absent one, how I miss you on this shore that conjures you and fades if you're away

When good men die their goodness does not perish,But lives though they are gone. As for the bad,All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

Sometimes I long to forget… It is painful to be conscious of two worlds.

The past depends on the angle from which it is seen and from which it has been lived

Tessa] knew about phantom limbs [....] Her cheek, where the Englishman's fingers had been, did not exactly ache ... but very strangely, most curiously ... it felt.

Smells are odd things. They follow you about when you're not thinking about them, but when you put your nose to where they ought to be, they aren't there. The

We mustn't only remember the good bits," she said. "We must remember the bad bits, too, so that we know it was real.

It was only when the light in her eyes was extinguished, at the mention of her father, that Rupert realized how brightly it had burned.

He meant that the dead must be allowed to move about freely inside us, they musn't be encapsulated, made finite by their prejudices

Until that moment I had stopped thinking about my family. Maybe it was due to the bread we ate each evening that supposedly contained not only sawdust but a powder called bromide that made us forget memories of home, a sedative of some kind. Whatever it was or was not, I could not feel sorry for myself, for Miriam, for anyone. I could not think of myself as a victim, or I knew I would perish. It was simple. For me, there was no room for any thought except survival.

Someday we'll look back on this moment, and plow into a parked car

Strange how deeply they reside and how one memory pulls out the next like links in a chain, until at times you find that even the subtlest thoughts you had decades ago are sill hidden somewhere inside of you.

The past is every second of your life up until now. Up until NOW. See how quickly the present is gobbled up by the past? The present is... Sorry, it's already gone. Hmm, it was just there a minute ago.

The years were falling over like ducks in a shooting gallery, and it seemed to Mr. Bridge that he had scarcely taken aim at one when it disappeared.

Trenta, trentacinque, quaranta: gli anni erano sempre passati a farle visita come zie criticone, e sempre erano scomparsi senza lasciare traccia, senza fare rumore. E adesso ne era arrivato un altro.

I have to tell everyone that when I finish a film and it goes out and is released, I never look at my films again. I don't like looking back. I don't even like talking about 'em! So I'm really digging back in my memory because I don't like to sit and look at my films again.

I remember Alicia Keys and Usher had released a song called 'My Boo,' and my music teacher got me to sing a duet with a friend of mine, and I remember being so nervous because I loved to sing, but I could never fathom singing by myself. And when I did that, I remember how proud I was of myself. I was 12.

When you look at all this massive data that comes in from our senses, and it all has to come in through this central point, it's really interesting that we can identify the filter that our mind is using to select what it thinks is relevant and what it's going to forget.

It is very difficult to hang onto the relics of history.

To find relief in what has been, we must make ourselves eternal.

When I started writing 'My Struggle,' my father was still an issue: someone I had in me every day, someone I would dream about - he was still a part of me. He was such a huge figure for me, and now he is just one among many, and that feels like a relief.