Quotes About Memory

If you ask for a memory and they tell you a story, they're lying

memories of the past are not the past. They're thoughts you have in the present, about the past.

The heart that truly loves never forgets.

I once saw a show about an amputee who lost his leg and still feels it. He actually wakes up at night to scratch his leg as if it's still there, attached to him. They call it a phantom limb. I would be like that. A phantom draki, tormented with the memory of what I once was.

Ich erinnere mich an dich. Wie loderndes Feuer hast du in dieser Hoele ausgesehen, als waerst du ein Wesen aus leuchtenden, tanzenden Farben

recall a chunk of amber in my family's cache of precious stones and gems. My skin looks like that now. Baltic amber trapped in sunlight.

Life would be a lot easier if conversations were rewindable and erasable, like videos. Or if you could instruct people to disregard what you just said, like in a courtroom.

Let every man in mankind's frailtyConsider his last day; and let nonePresume on his good fortune until he findLife, at his death, a memory without pain.

For kindness begets kindness evermore,But he from whose mind fades the memoryOf benefits, noble is he no more.

I have no desire to suffer twice, in reality and then in retrospect.

The most painful state of living is remembering the future.

Who can be worried without the light of a memory?

However much we would adore the past it will forever die in the future with us.

Mon père avait été pasteur pentecôtiste.

It is probably the only memory of real joy I have in the madness of my past.

Henry Ward Beecher expressed the thought this way: "I can forgive but I cannot forget is another way of saying I cannot forgive.

Dreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep.

The past is just a story we tell ourselves.

I've got "Sometimers.' Sometimes I remember and sometimes I forget.

More tiring than the work itself is the memory of hard work, just thinking you have worked hard interferes with the quality of rest. Some people take pride in working hard without any results. And there are others who crave for a long rest without knowing that true rest is in non-doership. Thinking you need rest makes you restless. Thinking you have to work hard makes you tired. Thinking you have worked hard brings self-pity.

Great is the power of memory, a fearful thing, O my God, a deep and boundless manifoldness; and this thing is the mind, and this am I myself. What am I then, O my God? What nature am I? A life various and manifold, and exceeding immense.

When then time is passing, it may be perceived and measured; but when it is past, it cannot, because it is not.

Great is this force of memory, excessive great, O my God; a large and boundless chamber! who ever sounded the bottom thereof? yet is this a power of mine, and belongs unto my nature; nor do I myself comprehend all that I am. Therefore is the mind too strait to contain itself.

If memory survived eternally, then indeed there might be justification for a belief in hell.