Quotes About Memory

I had no business trying to see you leave, see death arrive, I owe you an apology, an elegy, I owe you the drift of memory, the praise of everything, of saying it was the best decision of my life, to hold you full, hold you empty, & live as the only bond between the two.

The first job that we have today is putting yesterday aside to be remembered later.

She had curly brown hair and there was something about her striking features that flickered a lightbulb in Ivar's memory but didn't turn it on. "Do you speak English?" she asked. Ivar felt a surge of relief. "Yes!" The woman smiled. "American?" "Yes!" "Excellent." The woman extended her hand. "Welcome to the Space Between. I'm Amelia Earhart.

He laughed out loud. He was trying to remember if his memory had been altered. The epitome of irony and futility.

And how could she ever open her mouth to tell him, in the guise of reminiscing, I haven't been on a ferry in twelve years. Once upon a time I was a girl and my name was Dottie and I was seventeen and in love and I was real. I had a life that I loved and it was beautiful and the boy was beautiful and here I am again but once was enough, once is all you get to ask for, once is about all I can survive.

The fact he has some kind of bond with you is quite extraordinary, she [Deep Throat's daughter] said. He doesn't remember Ed Miller and other FBI guys. He remembers J. Edgar Hoover. Well, I thought, Hoover and me.

Trump's memory needed a trigger—something on his desk or something he read in the newspaper or saw on television. Or Peter Navarro sneaking into the Oval Office again. Without something or someone activating him, it might be hours or days or even weeks before he would think, Wait, we're going to withdraw from that, why didn't we do that? Without a trigger, it conceivably might never happen.

Trump seemed not to remember his own decision because he did not ask about it. He had no list—in his mind or anywhere else—of tasks to complete.

Don't forget. Just don't forget.

Yo no hablo de venganzas ni perdones, el olvido es la única venganza y el único perdón.

Siamo il nostro ricordo, Siamo museo immaginario di mutevoli forme, Mucchio di specchi rotti. Cambridge da Elogio dell'ombra

Useless to tell myself that a dream and the memory of yesterday are the same thing

Me pregunto si la identidad personal consiste precisamente en la posesión de ciertos recuerdos que nunca se olvidan

La personne dont la mémoire est saine met en lumière quelques objets, quelques mots, quelques évènements qui constituent une représentation claire. Une mémoire traumatique ne permet pas la construction d'une représentation de soi sécurisante puisque en l'évoquant ont fait revenir en conscience l'image du choc.

Personne ne prétend que la résilience est une recette de bonheur. C'est une stratégie de lutte contre le malheur qui permet d'arracher du plaisir à vivre, malgré le murmure des fantômes du fond de sa mémoire.

de reactivar el recuerdo de un momento feliz en el que estábamos protegidos por nuestra afectuosa familia.

You and I are like the first two people on earth who at the beginning of the world had nothing to cover themselves with - at the end of it, you and I are just as stripped and homeless. And you and I are the last remembrance of all that immeasurable greatness which has been created in all the thousands of years between their time and ours, and it is in memory of all that vanished splendour that we live and love and weep and cling to one another.

Man in other people is man's soul. That is what you are, that is what your conscience breathed, relished, was nourished by all your life. Your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what then? You have been in others and you will remain in others. And what difference does it make to you that later it will be called memory? It will be you, having entered into the composition of the future.

And now listen carefully. You in others—this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life—your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you—the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it.

D?? kap? üstüne ç?plak bir omza konan öpücük sesiyle kapand?.

Tell your story. That's the secret of immortality. The one true way to live forever.

Littera Scripta Manet

It typically starts with difficulty retaining new information. Then, as it moves through the brain, symptoms get more severe. Confusion about times, dates, places, and events are common, along with disorientation, and deepening suspicion of friends and family. Behavior changes are often seen, and eventually there's more serious memory loss, which can be followed by the inability to speak, swallow, or walk.

If I could tell you only one thing about my life it would be this: when I was seven years old the mailman ran over my head.