Quotes About Memory

Time is helpless, he thought to himself, helpless in the face of our feelings. Nine years have passed, and not a note in her voice is different, not a nerve in my body hears her in any other way. Nothing is lost, nothing is past and over, her presence is as much of a tender delight now as it was then.

And he listened yet more intently to what was within him, to the past, to see whether that voice of memory truly foretelling the future would not speak to him again, revealing the present to him as well as the past.

He forgets the books he has read, has no memory for dates and misplaces the momentous events in his life. Like a river, all flows over him, leaving nothing behind: no deep conviction, no solid opinion, nothing fixed, nothing stable.

He desires only to preserve a few memories, assemble a few thoughts, to dream more than live and patiently await death, calmly preparing for it.

Aquella memoria sólo había podido ejercitarse y formarse de aquella manera diabólicamente infalible por medio del eterno secreto de cualquier perfección: la concentración.

I had no witness against me left but my own memory."..

La noticia de la muerte del famoso Duque de Otranto no despierta, de momento, gran curiosidad en el mundo. Únicamente un humo delgado y pálido de recuerdo se levanta fugazmente de su nombre extinguido y se deshace, casi sin dejar rastro, en el cielo apacible del tiempo.

Het ligt niet in de menselijke aard alleen op herinneringen te teren, en zoals planten en welk schepsel dan ook voedsel uit de aarde en steeds nieuw gefilterd licht uit de hemel nodig hebben, zodat hun kleuren niet verbleken en de bloemkelken niet verwelkt hun bladeren verliezen, zo hebben ook dromen, ook dromen die schijnbaar niet van deze aarde zijn, voedsel nodig van het zinnelijke, ondersteund door tederheid en beelden, anders stolt hun bloed en de intensiteit van hun licht verbleekt.

For I regard memory not as a phenomenon preserving one thing and losing another merely by chance, but as a power that deliberately places events in order or wisely omits them. Everything we forget about our own lives was really condemned to oblivion by an inner instinct long ago. Only what I want to preserve for myself has any claim to be preserved for others. So I ask my memories to speak and choose for me, and give at least some faint reflection of my life before it sinks into the dark.

I wanted to go back over what I had so fleetingly experienced step by step, relishing it in retrospect by virtue of that magical self-deception we call memory.

Ne çok zaman geçmiÅŸ ne çok zaman yitirilmiÅŸti, ama tek bir düÅŸünceyle ve tek bir saniyede en baÅŸa dönülebiliyordu...

It is true that whenever we have been told a great many interesting things about a person whom we have not yet met, our visual fantasy conjures up a picture of him beforehand, dipping liberally into the storehouse of our most precious and most romantic memories.

?nsan?n mutlulukla ya?am?? oldu?u karaya limandan ayr?lan bir gemiden bir kez daha bakmas? gibi arkas?ndan bakt?m.

To know by heart is not to know, it is to keep what they have given you and store it in your memory.

Ä°çimin bir zamanlar ne kadar ölü olduÄŸunu asla bilmediler

Tu mirada distraída me acarició sin quererlo y en el acto, en cuanto se encontró con la atención de mis ojos, se convirtió en aquella manera tuya de mirar a las mujeres —cómo me estremecieron los viejos recuerdos—, esa mirada tierna que te envuelve y a la vez te desnuda, que te rodea y casi te toca...

avrei dovuto sapere che i libri si fanno solo per legarsi agli uomini al di là del nostro breve respiro e difendersi così dall'inesorabile avversario di ogni vita: la caducità e l'oblio.

Am liebsten hätte sie geschrien oder mit den Fäusten getobt, sich freizumachen von dem Grauen dieser Erinnerung, die fest wie ein Angelhaken in ihrem Gehirn saß, dieses wüste Gesicht mit seinem höhnischen Lachen, dieser Dunst von Gemeinheit, der aufstieg vom schlechten Atem der Proletarierin, dieser wüste Mund, der voll Haß ihr hart bis ins Gesicht die niedrigen Worte gespien, und die gehobene rote Faust, mit der sie ihr gedroht hatte.

Vieillir ne signifie assurément rien de plus que de n'avoir plus peur de son passé

Åžimdi bile onlar? gözya?? dökmeden düÅŸünemiyorum ama art?k gözlerimde yaÅŸ da kalmad?.

I wanted to go back over what I had so fleetingly experienced step by step, relishing in retrospect by virtue of that magical self-deception we call memory.

For I regard memory not as a phenomenon preserving one thing and losing another merely by chance, but as a power that deliberately places events in order or wisely omits them. Everything we forget about our own lives was really condemned to oblivion by an inner instinct long ago.

je sais que les livres sont faits pour unir les hommes par-delà la mort et nous défendre contre l'ennemi le plus implacable de toute vie, l'oubli.

A good book is an event in my life.