Quotes About Memory

Catherine thought Simon was in the locket, and in heaven, and with them still. Lucas hoped she didn't expect him to be happy about having so many Simons to contend with.

I wanted to be a writer, that's all. I wanted to write about it all. Everything that happens in a moment. The way the flowers looked when you carried them in your arms. This towel, how it smells, how it feels, this thread. All our feelings, yours and mine. The history of it, who we once were. Everything in the world. Everything all mixed up, like it's all mixed up now.

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, right then. There has been no other.

Ciò che ricorda con assoluta chiarezza è di essere seduto su un treno diretto a Madrid, a provare il tipo di felicità che immaginava potessero sentire gli spiriti, liberati dai loro corpi terreni ma ancora in possesso della parte essenziale di sé.

The memory of a tone, the rhythm of an author's sentences, the sorrow we felt on a novel's last page--perhaps that is all that we can expect to keep from books.

Why waste a life in search of an epitaph? 'Fondly Remembered'. Who other than a halfwit has that chiselled above his head?

Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it?

Without memory how will you ever find your way back to where you came from?

De tanto esperar, olvidó incluso porque esperaba

Beni sevmeyi unutma! Ben de seni seviyorum!

Cînd te-ai n?scut? Momo se gîndi ÅŸi spuse într-un tîrziu: ? Dup? cîte îmi amintesc, am fost din totdeauna.

Wann bist du geboren?« Momo überlegte und sagte schließlich: »Soweit ich mich erinnern kann, war ich immer schon da.«

Wer keine Vergangenheit mehr hat, der hat auch keine Zukunft.

When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain... As they explained, this had been sung by a human who had visited Fantastica long years before, name of Shexper, or something of the sort.

Letters unchangeable and dead freeze what the living did and said.

Hay seres que sin saber bien por qué, se sienten sin raíces en este mundo. Lo que los demás llaman realidad les parece un espejismo, un sueño confuso y a menudo angustioso. Se sienten condenados a vivir en este mundo como si se tratara de un exilio en tierra hostil. Con nostalgia incurable añoran otra realidad que creen recordar como una patria lejana, sin poder formular nada concreto sobre ella.

Margrethe: And when all our eyes are closed, when even the ghosts have gone, what will be left of our beloved world? Our ruined and dishonoured and beloved world?

There are three kind of history. The first is what really happened and that is forever lost. The second is what most people thought happened, and we can recover that with assiduous effort. The third is what the people in power wanted the future to think happened and that is 90 percent of the history in books.

He said there are three kinds of history. The first is what really happened, and that is lost forever. The second is what most people thought happened, and we can recover that with assiduous effort. The third is what the people in power wanted the future to think happened, and that is 90 percent of the history in books.

The problem was that you didn't always know what you were seeing until later, maybe years later, that a lot of it never made it in at all, it just stayed stored there in your eyes. Time and information, rock and roll, life itself, the information isn't frozen, you are.

Some stories must be told—not because they will delight and instruct but because they happened.

Memory is the only afterlife I have ever believed in. But the forgetting inside us cannot be stopped. We are programmed to betray.

Family traditions are more than arguments with the dead, more than collections of family letters you try to decipher. A tradition is also a channel of memory through which fierce and unrequited longings surge, longings that define and shape a whole life.

Memory loss is the key to human reproduction. If you remembered what new parenthood was actually like you wouldn't go around lying to people about how wonderful it is, and you certainly wouldn't ever do it twice.