Quotes About Memory

A memoir is never right. Nor is the memoirist.

You have to know your subject," he said. "You have to know what cannot be forgotten.

Use your imagination as an arrow hurtling back toward what might have been or will never be.

Wave after wave of love flooded the stage and washed over me, the beginning of the one great durable romance of my life.

Six years is plenty long enough to soothe the tearing anguish of...death, but maybe no amount of time is enough to soothe something that is no longer there. Something like an emptiness that can never be filled because it's only a bit of space carved out of air.

Only medical hypnosis is capable of opening up amnesia.

It is rather his mind has so wide a range, and so rich a retention, that he simply cannot understand that ordinary folk do not always follow him. 'I little imagined,' he said, 'that I should find you in the posture of Sir Isaac Newton.' Oh dear, I thought, here it comes again. What on earth was the meaning of *that*? So I just said No... and went fiddling with the oil-squirter, trying to remember things about Newton.

She saw that her native New World forgetfulness would be forever in conflict with Old World blood-memory.

I looked back all the time, too much, too often. Like Rose, I would be circling my mother the rest of my life.

Memory impairment: the free prize at the bottom of every vodka bottle.

An?lar, belli bir okuyu?un sa?layabilece?i anlamlar? ta??r ancak. Anahtar? yaz?lmad?kça birtak?m benekler olarak kalan notalar gibi.

That's the trouble with losing your mind; by the time it's gone, it's too late to get it back.

When are you gunna forget that? It was ages ago.' Only last year, actually. Reggie was convinced he had cancer because he had a black pot on his tongue - he switched to tea bags after the doctor told him it was a tea leaf.

About two months after this photo was taken I was born and my mum died - clean swap. Caring about someone I never knew doesn't make sense, but that's how it is. This photo means a lot. There must be some invisible mother-daughter wiring that runs from her image in a straight line to my heart.

When you become senile, you won't know it.

How naive and foolish the young are to imagine that they understand the loneliness of great age, the outliving of your contemporaries, anyone to whom your century of memory might make any sense.

It's odd to see pictures of your parents before your own birth, before your nagging presence altered their lives forever.

Each one roars by us for a few days, is remarked upon in casual conversation and filed away as something less than a memory.

Our capacity to remember what God has said and done in our lives and throughout history—the testimony—is one of the primary things that determine our success or failure in sustaining a Kingdom lifestyle of power for miracles.

We have a nasty habit of flushing down the memory hole "the people who lost." Or demonizing them. Going back in time and painting Snidely Whiplash mustaches on their luckless countenances.

I worry that my own business... helps to make this an anxious age of agitated amnesiacs... We Americans seem to know everything about the last twenty-four hours but very little about the last sixty years.

The vision of his wife, Jacqueline, crawling onto the back of the limo in order to retrieve the president's shattered skull has stayed with me always.

An underexplored reason why nostalgic art is worthwhile is that it influences the way the past is remembered.

I don't believe in the afterlife, so I do think when somebody passes, it's worthy of note.