Quotes About Memory

I have the most ill-regulated memory. It does those things which it ought not to do and leaves undone the things it ought to have done. But it has not yet gone on strike altogether.

To learn six subjects without remembering how they were learnt does nothing to ease the approach to a seventh; to have learnt and remembered the art of learning makes the approach to every subject an open door.

in the first part, the master-faculties are Observation and Memory, so in the second, the master-faculty is the Discursive Reason.

It will come back to you," cried the Rector, feverishly. "It will come back. Half an hour with the handbells——

the deceased. You are

But I don't give up; I forget why not.

Women and elephants never forget.

I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things.

Every love's the love before In a duller dress.

God's acre was her garden-spot, she said; She sat there often, of the Summer days, Little and slim and sweet, among the dead, Her hair a fable in the leveled rays.

I wish he were dead. That's a terrible wish. That's a lovely wish. If he were dead, he would be mine. If he were dead, I would never think of now and the last few weeks. I would remember only the lovely times. It would be all beautiful. I wish he were dead. I wish he were dead, dead, dead.

My Own Then let them point my every tear, And let them mock and moan; Another week, another year, And I'll be with my own Who slumber now by night and day In fields of level brown; Whose hearts within their breasts were clay Before they laid them down.

Oh, look. Do you remember me? I was the one that said, not ten minutes ago, let's not talk about that dandy book.

She would grace his home with her charm and beauty and she would make his bed joyous, all without ever having to shame his hearth with another man's memory of her shamelessness.

There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind.

I vaguely remember my schooldays. They were what was going on in the background while I was trying to listen to the Beatles.

Aberystwyth (n.) A nostalgic yearning which is in itself more pleasant than the thing being yearned for.

Mc Donalds he thought. There's no longer any such thing as a Mc Donalds hamburger. He passed out. When he came around seconds later he found he was sobbing for his mother.

Electric monks believed things for you, thus saving you what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of believing all the things the world expected you to believe... The new improved Monk Plus models were twice as powerful, had an entirely new multi-tasking Negative Capability feature that allowed them to hold up to 16 entirely different and contradictory ideas in memory simultaneously without generating any irritating system errors.

had a memory that he himself had once compared to the Queen Alexandra Birdwing Butterfly, in that it was colorful, flitted prettily hither and thither, and was

There was once a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind.

I shall sit alone in a darkened room, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything but a little grey old head, and in that little grey old head a peculiar vision of hideous blue and gold dangling things flashing in the light, and the smell of sweat, cat food and death.

The regular early morning yell of horror was the sound of Arthur Dent waking up and suddenly remembering where he was

Paradoxes are just the scar tissue. Time and space heal themselves up around them and people simply remember a version of events which makes as much sense as they require it to make.