Quotes About Memory

the first dead body I had ever seen

Now I just have these reddish scars there. I guess I always will, although Goody says they'll fade over time. I don't know if I want them to fade. That probably sounds totally freaky, but part of me doesn't want to forget what it felt like, even though it hurt. If I forget about the pain, I might also forget that it was a really stupid idea to do it in the first place.

Tout bruit passager est marqué d'hallucination, puisqu'il ne laisse pas de traces, et tout son peut retentir dans l'éternité d'un passé composé de l'écoute.

Excellent memories are often coupled with feeble judgments.

We only labor to stuff the memory, and leave the conscience and the understanding unfurnished and void.

To compensate a little for the treachery and weakness of my memory, so extreme that it has happened to me more than once to pick up again...books which I have read carefully a few years before. I have adopted the habit for some time now of adding at the end of each book the time I finished reading it and the judgment I have derived of it as a whole, so that this may represent to me at least the sense and general idea I had conceived of the author in reading it.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the mind as the wish to forget it.

for this present child of my brain, what I give it I give unconditionally and irrevocably, just as one does to the children of one's body; such little good as I have already done it is no longer mine to dispose of; it may know plenty of things which I know no longer, and remember things about me that I have forgotten; if the need arose to turn to it for help, it would be like borrowing from a stranger. It is richer than I am, yet I am wiser than it. Few devotees of poetry would not have

an outstanding memory is often associated with weak judgement.

they judge my affection by my memory and turn a natural defect into a deliberate one. 'We begged him to do this,' they say, 'and he has forgotten.' 'He has forgotten his promise.' 'He has forgotten his friends.' 'He never remembered – even for my sake – to say this, to do that or not to mention something else.

Ezber bilmek, bilmek de?ildir; haf?zam?za emanet edilen her ?eyi saklamakt?r.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it

for as I know only too well from experience when we lose those we love there is no consolation sweeter than the knowledge of having remembered to tell them everything and to have enjoyed the most perfect and absolute communication with them.

Dit hier zijn mijn gedachten, en daarmee probeer ik geen kennis over de dingen maar over mijzelf te verschaffen. Misschien zal ik nog eens kennis over de dingen krijgen, of heb ik die vroeger gehad, toen ik bij toeval op passages stuitte waar ze werden opgehelderd. Maar dat herinner ik mij niet meer. Want ook al lees ik nogal wat, er zit geen bodem in dit vat.

Surtout les vieillards sont dangereux, à qui le souvenir des choses passées demeure, et qui ont perdu le souvenir de leurs redites.

Et si je suis un homme ayant quelque lecture, je suis un homme qui n'en retient rien.

It is not without good reason said, that he who has not good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying

Sugar understood the permanence of being Sugar or Lotty or Lucy or whoever you might be, trapped on a square of card to be shown at will to strangers. Whatever violations she routinely submits to in the privacy of bedroom, they vanish the moment they're over, half-forgotten with the drying of sweat. But to be chemically fixed in time and passed hand to hand forever: that is a nakedness which can never be clothed again

But to be chemically fixed in time and passed hand to hand forever: that is a nakedness which can never be clothed again.

Wrinkles of the future, cicatrices of the past, all the million marks recording a private life that no outsider could ever understand.

It was a husk, no longer truly their mother - more like their mother's most treasured possession, which had been given to them as a parting gift.

Locating a past event in measured time was something they could do with great effort, as a special favor, but Peter could tell they didn't see the point. Why should it matter exactly how many days, weeks, months or years ago a relative had died? A person was either living amongst them or in the ground.

UFCNo such thing as childhood memories, he says. We're just playing games with our neurons every day, tossing them around the hippocampus, constructing little fairy tales featuring characters named after people we used to live with. 'Your dad is just a flurry of molecular activity in your frontal lobe' he'll tell you...

No such thing as childhood memories, he says. We're just playing games with our neurons every day, tossing them around the hippocampus, constructing little fairy tales featuring characters named after people we used to live with. 'Your dad is just a flurry of molecular activity in your frontal lobe' he'll tell you...