Quotes About Memory

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

And yet it is this very obliquity of thought and memory which makes mental disease such a fascinating study. Perhaps I may gain more knowledge out of the folly of this madman than I shall from the teaching of the most wise.

For always and for always I pray remember me Upon the moors, beneath the stars With the King's wild company.

And so I have to ask Myself: whose memory is at fault? Mine or his? Might he in fact be remembering conversations that never happened?

está empeñado en guardarse para sí ciertas cosas, eso es evidente..., y supongo que no siempre puede acordarse de qué ha de permanecer en secreto y qué no.

I am an anamnesiologist. I study what has been forgotten.

Two memories. Two bright minds which remember past events differently. It is an awkward situation. There exists no third person to say which of us is correct.

I am an anamnesiologist. I study what has been forgotten. I divine what has disappeared utterly. I work with absences, with silences, with curious gaps between things.

And so I have to ask myself: whose memory is at fault? Mine or his? [...] Two memories. Two bright minds which remember past events differently

Piranesi. It is what he calls me. Which is strange because as far as I can remember it is not my name.

This was what was wonderful, standing alone in the big, soft night rewriting the past to make myself miss what had never been. Now that it was over, I could turn the past into anything I wanted.

sa's smell (the fragrance of a beautiful man) is what I miss the most. […] Like a virus his smell entered me and changed my cells, slowly, over years, until they craved only that smell, which was their oxygen.

Asa's smell (the fragrance of a beautiful man) is what I miss the most. […] Like a virus his smell entered me and changed my cells, slowly, over years, until they craved only that smell, which was their oxygen.

This was what was wonderful, standing alone in the big, soft night rewriting the past to make myself miss what had never been. Now that it was over, I could turn the past into anything I wanted. I could revise the empty space inside me so that it had a better shape: the outline of a happy childhood.

When digital watches were invented years later they reminded me of five-minute checks. They murdered time in the same way—slowly—chopping off pieces of it and lobbing them into the dustbin with a little click to let you know time was gone. Click, swish, "Checks," swish, click: another five minutes of life down the drain. And spent in this place.

Por haber vivido tanto tiempo y haber dejado a mi espalda tantas personas, a estas alturas sé que los muertos pesan, no tanto por la ausencia, como por todo aquello que entre ellos y nosotros no ha sido dicho.

Vsako srce nosi v svojem najskrivnejšem koti?ku drobtinico vednosti- spominja se kraja, trenutka v katerem je bilo sre?no, in po tistem kraju se mu toži, tja se želi vrniti.

di interi giorni, non serbo che il ricordo di un'irritata frenesia. Avevo perso ogni senso, ogni rispetto; credevo la mia vita una tragedia mal recitata e perciò avevo urgenza di dimenticare.

Los muertos persan, no tânto por su ausencia, como por lo que entre nosotros y ellos no ha sido dicho.

3 years, 1 month, 1 week, and 6 days since I'd seen daylight.

History is time that won't quit.

And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest He died.

One reason it is hard to see cotton's importance is because it has often been overshadowed in our collective memory by images of coal mines, railroads, and giant steelworks--industrial capitalism's more tangible, more massive manifestations (p.xviii).

They have the instinct to hunt and fly," Nancy told me, "but how to hunt, they learn. It's as if there's some file folder in their heads about hunting success that they learn and never forget.