Quotes About Memory

It is said that there is nothing surprising about the notion of, for instance, a person suddenly thinking about someone they haven't thought about for years, and then discovering the next day that the person has in fact just died.

There's mud on the floor, cigarettes and whisky on the table, fish on a plate for you and a memory of them in my mind. Hardly conclusive evidence I know, but then all evidence is circumstantial.

So you see, the major difference between someone of my age and someone of yours is not how much I know, but how much I've forgotten

And the messenger did understand the Reason, and he returned to his people in the Forest. But as he approached them, as he walked through the Forest and amongst the trees, he found that all he could remember of the Reason was how terribly clear the argument had seemed. What it actually was he couldn't remember at all.

On yedi y?l, üç ay, iki gün, beÅŸ saat, on dokuz dakika ve yirmi iki saniyedir birisinin bana söylediÄŸi ilk ÅŸey bu. dedi adam. Sayd?m.

Miró fijamente los instrumentos con el aire de quien intentara pasar de memoria de la escala Fahrenheit a la centígrada mientras la casa está en llamas.

People had such extraordinarily short memories, including him.

I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young. Why, what did she tell you? I don't know, I didn't listen.

Magrathea itself disappeared and its memory soon passed into the obscurity of legend. In these enlightened days, of course, no one believes a word of

I have no memory of him talking,' said the man, 'but I am very unreliable.

that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young.' 'Why, what did she tell you?' 'I don't know, I didn't listen.

It deals with that most terrible and harrowing experience in life - trying to remember an address which somebody told you but you didn't write down.

Having had this thought I promptly fell asleep and forgot about it for six years.

Do you know that when a man becomes old, he begins to remember what he believed in as a child and it all comes back to him?

believe that you've had most of your important memories by the time you're thirty. After that, memory becomes water overflowing into an already full cup. New experiences just don't register in the same way or with the same impact. I could be shooting heroin with the Princess of Wales, naked in a crashing jet, and the experience still couldn't compare to the time the cops chased us after we threw the Taylors' patio furniture into their pool in eleventh grade.

Do you remember how you felt at seventeen? I do and I don't (...) Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you a butterfly and a caterpillar. Would you ever put the two of them together? That's me and my memories.

And any small moments of intense, flaring beauty such as this morning's will be utterly forgotten, dissolved by time like a super-8 film left out in the rain, without sound, and quickly replaced by thousands of silently growing trees.

Yet how often is it that we are rescued by a stranger, if ever at all? And how is it that our lives can become drained of the possibility of forgiveness and kindness - so drained that even one small act of mercy becomes a potent lifelong memory? How do our lives reach these points?

It was pivotal in making you but you don't remember it. Or do you? Do we understand the events that make us who we are? Do we understand the factors that make us do the things we do?

Beware of the corporate invasion of private memory.

what I remember is the silence in spite of the noise. In my head it might just as well have been a snowy day in the country.

The past is a finite resource.

I don't remember where I was before I was born, why should I be worried about where I go after I die?

Because in the end we forget everything, anyway. We're human; we're amnesia machines.