Quotes About Memory

She gave him her hand then, and he took it in his own. For an instant, his felt much drier and more callused than she remembered, and then it felt exactly the same.

explorers invariably give their names to the places that haunt or kill them.

It was the very color of the way my grandmother smelled; the color of the warmth of her lap and enfolding arms; the color of her husky voice resounding in her rib cage when she pulled me close.

If your wife, your brother, or God forbid, your child dies, it leaves a big hole in your life. It's much better not to pretend there's no hole. Not to try to, what do they say nowadays, get over it ... when it's time for the Kaddish. You stand up in front of everybody, and you point to the hole, and you say, 'Look at this. This is what I'm living with, this hole.' Eleven months, every week. It doesn't go away, you don't put it behind you.

It had been Bosch's experience that when you looked back at a life, you used a magnifying glass. Everything was bigger, amplified.

Getting the quote right isn't what matters. It's remembering what it means.

She was cremated.

Little Peter's," Soto said.

remembered it while driving around all morning delivering search warrants at the local hospitals. "Speaking

Bosch remembered that they had driven out to Malibu to eat breakfast at a place called Marmalade and afterward had watched the surfers at a nearby beach.

It had been Bosch's experience that when you looked back at a life, you used a magnifying glass. Everything was bigger, amplified. A college tryst could become the love of a lifetime in memory.

Bosch's mind touched his memory of his brief meeting with his own father. A sick old man on his death bed. Bosch had forgiven him for every second he had been robbed. He knew he had to or he would face the rest of his life wasting his pain on it.

in now, whenever I think of something." She smiled and he smiled and they went back into

I guess. I don't remember his name but it

made him late to the funeral. He carried

True stories evolve as details are remembered and others are forgotten. A false story, one that has been rehearsed in the mind, usually remains constant.

Animals die, friends die, and I shall die, but one thing never dies, and that is the reputation we leave behind at our death.

But it was one thing to release a population of virtual agents inside a computer's memory to solve a problem. It was another thing to set real agents free in the real world.

Wu shrugged. "So? Just reset: shut the system down and you'll clear memory." "I've never done it before," Arnold said. "And I'm reluctant to do it. Maybe

En cierto sentido, no estamos integrados más que por recuerdos. Nuestra personalidad se estructura a partir de recuerdos, nuestra vida está organizada en torno a recuerdos, nuestras culturas se erigen sobre los cimientos de los recuerdos compartidos, a los que denominamos historia y ciencia. Y desistir de un recuerdo, desistir del conocimiento, desistir de los pasado no es fácil.

There's nothing more sobering than a thirty year old newspaper.

Even though speculation is correct only by chance, which means it is wrong at least 50% of the time, nobody remembers and therefore nobody cares. People do not remember yesterday, let alone last week, or last month. Media exists in the eternal now, this minute, this crisis, this talking head, this column, this speculation.

He wanted to tell her that he was inspired and vigilant and recklessly alone, that his body contained his unsteady heart and something else, something he felt but could not describe: porous and spiky, shifting with flecks of thought, with urge and memory; salted with brightness, flickerings of white and green and pale gold; something that loved stars because it was made of the same substance.

What lives undimmed in Clarissa's mind more than three decades later is a kiss at dusk on a patch of dead grass, and a walk around the pond as mosquitoes droned in the darkening air. There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more. Now she knows. That was the moment. There has been no other.