Quotes About Memory

The past always looks better than it was because it isn't here.

The past always looks better than it was. It's only pleasant because it isn't here.

He continued, sombrely, to evoke the more recent memory of the Great War: 'the four names which have really engraved themselves on the popular memory are Mons, Ypres, Gallipoli and Passchendaele, every time a disaster. The names of the great battles that finally broke the German armies are simply unknown to the general public.

Memory tempers prosperity, mitigates adversity, control youth, and delights old age.

And Iranians never forget. You can't say my Aunt Jila's name without someone saying, "You mean the one who burned her rice?" That happened before I was born and even I know about it.

One of the few, the immortal namesThat were not born to die.

I saw that my witticism was unperceived and quietly replaced it in the treasury of my mind.

Total non-retention has kept my education from being a burden to me.

Pleasure is found first in anticipation, later in memory.

I was myself brought up with my brother, whose name was Matthias, for he was my own brother, by both father and mother and I made mighty proficiency in the improvements of my learning, and appeared to have both a great memory and understanding.

She is dancing. Away. From you now. She was just a wish. She was just. A. Wish. And her memory is all that is left for you now.

Our minds are a series of graves in a wall. Our non-entities are all there when the register is called, gluttonous creatures; sometimes they fly up like vultures to hide the faces of those we loved. A multitude of faces dwell in the graves, a rich pasturage.

There is no past. Past is present when you carry it with you.

When I am dead and in my head And all my bones are are rotten, Take this book and think of me And mind I'm not forgotten.

After her husband died, she went away to live with her eldest son, and the round house shared the fate of Sally's. Where it stood is now a ploughed field. The husband's sacrifices, the wife's romance, are as though they had never been - 'melted into air, into thin air.

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.

Since that day when he had kissed her in the house on Avenue Elisée Reclus, he hadn't been able to get the sensation of touching her skin out of his head.

About life after death, no-one knows. But about this we surely know: there is love after death... Centuries from now, the last tracings of our being will yet express themselves in little works of love that follow bead by bead in a luminous catena extending from our dear ones out into their world and then on into the next, strung by our own loving hands.

I assure that I should breathe my last without pain and almost with joy if I were certain of leaving to the friends who love me, not poignant regrets, but a gentle, affectionate, somewhat melancholy remembrance of me.

Je passe mes jours et mes nuits à tenter d'oublier Claire. C'est un travail à plein temps. Le matin, en me réveillant, je sais que telle sera ma seule occupation jusqu'au soir. J'ai un nouveau métier: oublieur de Claire. L'autre jour, à déjeuner, Jean Marie Périer m'a asséné : -Quand tu sais pourquoi tu aimes quelqu'un , c'est que tu ne l'aimes pas.

Mille järgi me aru saame, et oleme vanad? [...] Selle järgi, et hakkame endast nooremate üle vinguma. Nende innukus käib meile närvidele, nende illusioonid väsitavad meid. Oleme vanad, kui just eelmisel õhtul oleme öelnud ühele 1976. aastal sündinud neiule: "Seitsekümmend kuus? Mäletan küll, see oli põuane aasta.

Seit damals benutze ich das Lesen als Mittel, die Zeit zum Verschwinden zu bringen, und das Schreiben als Mittel, sie festzuhalten.

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Quittant Neuilly pour Paris XVIe, nous sommes entrés dans une vitesse sans mémoire, la rapidité des gens qui n'ont plus de temps à perdre, ou plutôt : nous inventions une nouvelle bourgeoisie qui n'avait plus le luxe de s'intéresser au temps perdu.