Quotes About Memory

Chi?c máy ?nh t?t nh?t c?a chúng ta có tên là ký ?c.

Posible definición del amor: un electrochoque que resucita el recuerdo.

Il se trouve que je n'ai pas le choix : je dois me souvenir pour vieillir.

Youth is an obligation; that is to say, you have an absolute duty to be happy and to preserve a good memory of yourself for one who loves you.

Memory itself is a political event. Social structures are often so powerful that they actually format memory into accepted boundaries, denying the validity of experiences outside the parameters of accepted social interpretations and distorting and fragmenting experience. Consequently, creating spaces for re-memory may be a profoundly liberating and energizing experience.

And yet, Zion has risen up again out of the crematoria and the slaughterhouses.

This is the true nature of gratitude. Time gnaws and diminishes all things, but it increases and adds to our good deeds: anytime we have extended a generous hand to a rational human being, that goodness keeps growing and glowing in the man's heart, forever remembered, constantly contemplated.

Music is a very good way of thinking about time. A note only moves you because you remember the one before, and you're waiting for the next . . . Each one only means something wrapped in a bit of the past and the future.

que dit le professeur, ils comprennent la moitié de ce qu'ils ont écouté, ils retiennent la moitié de ce qu'ils ont compris, et ils se servent de la moitié de ce qu'ils ont retenu, c'est-à-dire pas grand-chose, à la fin.

But where are the snows of yesteryear?

On peut mourir de faim ou de froid, mais si l'on en réchappe, on oublie son mal. Quand on n'aurait souffert qu'un seul jour de la honte, on en meurt toute sa vie.

Now nature herself teaches us what we should do. When we see in every day life things that are petty, ordinary, and banal, we generally fail to remember them, because the mind is not being stirred by anything novel or marvellous. But if we see or hear something exceptionally base, dishonourable, unusual, great, unbelievable, or ridiculous, that we are likely to remember for a long time.

He inferred that persons desiring to train this faculty [of memory] must select places and form mental images of the things they wish to remember and store those images in the places, so that the order of the places will preserve the order of the things, and the images of the things will denote the things themselves, and we shall employ the places and images respectively as a wax writing-tablet and the letters written on it.2

Who is that man moving slowly in the lonely building, stopping at intervals with an intent face? He is a rhetoric student forming a set of memory loci.

Song after Battle: As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled. Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot at me. That is what I hear In my life. Wolves howl at me. Wolves howl at me. That is what I hear In my life. -American Indian Songs

You could keep people alive forever through stories.

I did not see your mother at the funeral,' she said, following the thought. 'She stopped coming to them after her own,' Paul answered simply.

But Wine doesn't make anything go away! When you bury a big memory it's always still there, like an itch right down inside your bones where you can't scratch it, or somebody walking a step behind you that you can't look at. And . . . and if we didn't remember things we wish we hadn't done, wouldn't we just run off and do them again?

But then again, the dead are often easier to praise than the living.

She could recall almost nothing of them. She tried a thousand times, but for the greater part that section of her memory was as smooth and numb as scar tissue. Sometimes, just sometimes, she convinced herself that she could remember stray images or impressions, but she could not describe them properly or make sense of them.

Mistress Gotely!" she shouted, her voice echoing blasphemously throughout the chapel. "Beth! Alys! Help me!" They would not come to her aid, she knew that. She was alone. But the other servants might hear her, and it would mean something to be remembered. She wanted them to know that she had not gone willingly or quietly. If they remembered that, she would still be something, if only a scar on their memories, a pang of guilt they tried to ignore.

Irrationally, Mosca felt she should have inherited her father's intimate knowledge of Mandelion. His throwaway comments about the city should have magically meshed in her mind, giving her a faultless instinct for finding her way around.

You must not love them," said Quest gently. "It is easy to love power, because power tells you it is majesty and beauty and greatness. But the gods were monsters. Do not even love their memory.

Well, what do you think would happen to your face if you found out something you couldn't forget? Something terrible that changed the way you thought, and would show through your expressions forever?' Leodora leaned forward and spoke in a low, gentle tone. 'Your face would be spoilt. And then there would be no point to you any more.