Quotes About Memory

Time could heal, but it wouldn't make wrongs go away. Time came back like a reminder. Time folded with memory. In a moment, everything could fold itself up, and time stand still.

Long memory, short fuse, big revenge.

every time we remembered something, we weren't remembering the event itself but the last time we'd remembered it. It

the Williamses, Loralee and I had driven to a grocery store with the improbable name of Piggly Wiggly to pick

My childhood had been vanishing bit by bit while I'd been living in New York, trying to pretend it had never existed. Maybe that was what the old saying – that a person can never really go home again – was all about. You couldn't go home because even though home might still be there in brick and mortar, everything else would be unrecognizable.

But sometimes it's hard to see a person from our past with new eyes. Like they've become a statue to their previously perceived old wonderfulness, and that's all we see – not the real person they are.

Daddy would call you his brave soldier boy, and you would believe it. When they lifted you out of that hiding place and smiled at you so proud, you didn't feel like an eight-year-old at all.

Nothing ever truly faded. Time only dulled the edges.

By the time the child can draw more that scribble, by the age of four or five years, an already well-formed body of conceptual knowledge formulated in language dominates his memory and controls his graphic work. Drawings are graphic accounts of essentially verbal processes. As an essentially verbal education gains control, the child abandons his graphic efforts and relies almost entirely on words. Language has first spoilt drawing and then swallowed it up completely.

What I like about music is the songs you can remember the lines of in a single second.

The past lies like a nightmare upon the present

The congenital weakness of nineteenth century society was not that it was industrial but that it was a market society. Industrial civilization will continue to exist when the Utopian experiment of a self-regulating market will be no more than a memory.

The dead are silent because they live, just as we chatter so loudly to try to make ourselves forget that we are dying. Their silence is really their call to me, the assurance of their immortal love for me.

One day beside some flowers near his noseHe will be thinking, When will I look at it?And pain, still in the middle distance, will replyAt what? and he will know it's gone,O where! and begin to tremble and cry.He will begin to cry as a child criesWhose puppy is mangled under a screaming wheel.

Living, the nearest claim them; but the dear Great dead belong to any humble heart.

You DO have the ability to change your vibrations . . . to uncover the memory of perfection in your DNAso that you function from the perfect blueprint of your Be-ing.

If you're going to remember anything from your past, then do so fondly because you can't change a thing about it.

Tentavo di imparare il suo corpo a memoria, come se dovesse svanire da un momento all'altro (...) E' buffo, lei pensa di essere del tutto insignificante. Non ho idea se sia bella o brutta, per me la cosa è del tutto priva di interesse. Solo lei è come lei.

I'd gotten used to always talking to you inside my head whenever things got mixed up for me. It felt like you were still around, for a long time afterwards...

My grief for her was like a circle. I always came around to missing her again.

A good memory, I'm sure," Zen returned. "But a memory nonetheless.

It was a long time ago now. And it was yesterday.

It's a very difficult thing losing a parent, but I think there's an added complication for me, because he was so well-loved and he had this very open charm that made people feel they had a personal relationship with him.

What made it special made it dangerous, so I bury it... and forget.