Quotes About Memory

You cannot make yourself have a flashback, nor will you have one unless you are emotionally ready to remember something. Once remembered, the memory can help you to face more of the truth. You can then express your pent-up feelings about the memory and continue on your path to recovery. Think of the flashback as a clue to the next piece of work. No matter how painful, try to view it as a positive indication that you are now ready and willing to remember.

Because of dissociation, many victims are able to remember the abuse only when a certain object, smell, color, scene, or experience triggers a sudden, severe reaction. During a flashback one seems to see, feel, hear, smell, or taste something from the past as if it were actually happening in the present. In a visual flashback, you actually see the scene of your abuse, or you may see an object or image that reminds you or is symbolic of your abuse.

They are nothing but a broken bones crawling in the shadow of the past.

Life in Australia would go on, and I would hear nothing, because once you leave Australia, Australia ceases to be.

Human memories are short and inaccurate.

Facts are surprisingly delible things, and in four hundred years a lot of them simply fade away. One of the most popular plays of the age was Arden of Faversham, but no one now knows who wrote it. When an author's identity is known, that knowledge is often marvelously fortuitous.

It really doesn't pay to go back and look again at the things that once delighted you, because it's unlikely they will delight you now.

A morsel of cortex one cubic millimeter in size—about the size of a grain of sand—could hold two thousand terabytes of information, enough to store all the movies ever made, trailers included, or about 1.2 billion copies of this book. Altogether, the human brain is estimated to hold something on the order of two hundred exabytes of information, roughly equal to "the entire digital content of today's world

Run a finger along a dusty shelf, and you are in large part clearing a path through fragments of your former self.

Run a finger along a dusty shelf, and you are in large part clearing a path through fragments of your former self. Silently and remorselessly we turn to dust.

was not so much how memory works as how difficult it is to understand how it works.

Well, they seem to have that light in Australia nearly all the time. It took me a while to recognize that this was precisely the light of Iowa summers from my boyhood, and it was a shock to realize just how long it had been since I had seen it.

Life in Australia would go on and I would hear nothing, because once you leave Australia, Australia ceases to be. What a strange, sad thought that is.

Pocas enfermedades se han revelado más resistentes al tratamiento que el alzhéimer.

who had drowned in Greece nearly thirty years before.

It really doesn't pay to go back and look again at the things that once delighted you, because it's unlikely they will delight you now. I

past. Often a space-waster, as in this example: 'She has been a teacher at the school for the past 20 years' (Independent). In this sentence, and in countless others like it, 'the past' could be deleted without any loss of sense.

Saint Sulpice had only been granted protective status as a national treasure in 1994. But it was now officially a monument, in the fullest sense of the word: It marked a place where something happened which now was gone.

You remember when we first took this route?" I ask, recalling our postelection tour before I took the oath of office. "Like it was yesterday," says Carolyn. "I'll never forget it," Danny says. "We were so full of…hope, I guess. We were so sure we'd make the world a better place." Carolyn says, "Maybe you were. I was scared to death.

everyone knows—that if you blow the opener, nobody remembers anything else.

Remembering the words of Ranko, her first teacher, the toothpick jutting out from the side of his mouth, his fiery red, stalklike hair—a scarecrow whose hair caught fire, as he once described himself.

I never inhaled.

Well, I went back to see about it once Went back to straighten it out Everybody that I talked to had seen us there Said they didn't know who I was talking about —Bob Dylan, "Red River Shore" Most

Slavery is a memory of something we cannot remember, and yet we cannot forget.