Quotes About Memory

Forgiveness is the easiest thing in the world, Justin thinks. All you do is just decide to do it, and then it's done. Instantly you feel better, like pushing aside a quilt that is too heavy for sleeping. Forgetting is the hard part.

As a girl, I used to believe that I could see and taste the air. I was TOLD that was impossible and forgot how to do so.

Lo más terrible es sentir en nuestra vida, en la que todo parece repetirse, la incapacidad de volver a escribir un cuento que hemos perdido.

Cada recuerdo era otra chiquita distinta, pero que llevaba su mismo rostro.

Recordar el presente es alargar más el tiempo.

I write in order to forget scorn, in order not to forget, in order not to hate, from hate, from love, from memory, and so as not to die.

Creo que esa falta esencial de recuerdos, en mi caso, no provenía de una falta de memoria: creo que mi pensamiento, ocupado en adivinar el futuro, tan lleno de imágenes, no podía demorarse en el pasado.

recuerdo de los seres normales, son brevísimos y casi inexistentes para quien los prevé y solamente los vive.

Yo sentía el transcurso, la esencia del tiempo en sus repeticiones. Recordar el presente es alargar más el tiempo.

Boy with the name and face I don't remember, you can stop shouting now, I can still hear you.

Ignite the flares, connect the phones, wind all the clocks; the sun goes rusty like a medal in its box - collect it from the loft. Peg out the stars, replace the bulbs of Jupiter and Mars. A man like that takes something with him when he dies, but he has wept the coins that rested on his eyes, eased out the stopper from the mouthpiece of the cave, exhumed his own white body from the grave.

Historia naszego ?ycia, a czasem i ?mierci, jest zapisana w ko?ciach.

Je?li zmarli ?yj? dalej, to tylko w naszych umys?ach i sercach.

Our lives, and sometimes deaths, are stories written in bone.

The problem, says Anderson, is that managers tend to remember the most memorable events of a match rather than the most important ones.

Wisdom is the love of all loves, the water of all fountains, and the memory of all peoples.

They say you can't go home again, but you can if you carry a big enough stick.

Nothing is hidden, nothing is ever lost, nothing is ever forgotten. That's always been part of my problem.

Every love story is a requiem.

Whether you know it or not, we leave parts of ourselves wherever we go.

We had spent only a few weeks together, five years ago, but when you finally meet the person who in daydreams you had sculpted without words, the transparency of time becomes the color of hair, and shapeless years become the shape of lips.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

Without memory, he thought, man would be invincible

We cross from memory into imagination with only a vague awareness of change.