Quotes About Memory

The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once, on this earth, once, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passions, but now all gone, one generation vanishing into another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall shortly be gone, like ghosts at cockcrow.

Compact code was inherently good since it consumed less internal memory. Consisting of slivers of silicon chips called DRAM ("dynamic-random-access-memories"), internal memory was like a gas tank. The larger the tank, the farther the car would go. The smaller the operating program, the more gas was left for all other programs. Because

In a certain sense, choosing an operating system was similar to buying a car. Besides the purchase price, there was a cost of ownership. The size of an operating system largely determined the amount of memory required by the computer. Just as some cars guzzled gas, some operating systems consumed large amounts of memory.

Regarding both size and performance, customer preferences were clear. They wanted software that gave speedy results on inexpensive hardware and got great mileage out of memory.

It is here that what I call the outpouring of dream into real life began. From that moment, everything took on a double aspect at times, and this occurred without my reason lacking logic and without my memory loosing the slightest details of what happened to me. But my actions, seemingly unconscious, were dominated by what human reason calls illusion.

Childhood memories surge back more vividly midway through life – like some palimpsest whose original text suddenly reappears after the manuscript has been chemically treated.

And then a lady in a window high, Fair-haired, dark-eyed, and dressed in ancient style... Whom, in another life, perhaps I've seen, And whom I now remember with a sigh.

I have seen so many lands vanish in my wake, torn down like stage sets. What survives of them? An image as fleeting as a dream: whatever beauties I discovered, I already knew by heart.

J'étais si heureux de sentir mon cœur capable d'un amour nouveau !... J'empruntais, dans cet enthousiasme factice, les formules mêmes qui, si peu de temps auparavant, m'avaient servi pour peindre un amour véritable et longtemps éprouvé. La lettre partie, j'aurais voulu la retenir, et j'allais rêver dans la solitude à ce qui me semblait une profanation de mes souvenirs.

Hat?ralamak, güzel bir kelime, var olup olmad???n? bilmiyorum, hat?ralar? olmak anlam?na geliyor.

The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good and thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burdens of the past.

People die every day. That was the most comforting thought Brás had while all the obituaries he wrote at the newspaper flashed before him. He just realized that, even when he's not writing about it, people will keep dying. Isn't it funny how easily forget about work the moment they leave for the day? Isn't it strange how we always seem to remember the trivial things from our daily lives, yet we so often forget the most important ones?

She was one of those women who are usually referred to in the past tense, of whom one says: 'She had a certain freshness and bloom about her,' and whose freshness and bloom passed unnoticed even when she still had them.

It was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forevermore, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.

He sat on his shelf as still as a stone, and half his mind was somewhere else. There, fires broke out; there were cries of terror both human and feline; he was responsible and not responsible. It was long ago but not so far away.

B?nuiesc c? oamenii au nevoie de muzic? pentru c? au nevoie de memoria Paradisului ?i nu exist? un alt mod de a-l reintegra decât prin intermediul muzicii ?i al iubirii. Dac? este adev?rat c? am c?zut dintr-un absolut, atunci singurul mod în care îl putem recupera cu mijloacele noastre fizice, intuitive, este muzica, pentru c? muzica este singura dintre arte care poate realiza acest transport într-o form? direct? ?i rapid?.

The gods give, like twin flowers, power and ruin, memory and oblivion.

No happiness or pain, no more forgetting.

Recordar un buen momento es sentirse feliz de nuevo.

Yo no me explico el amor sino por los muertos, que ya no pueden traicionar ni desgajar la ilusión.

Per me fotografare significa prelevare campioni del mondo reale e metabolizzarli, come sostanza necessaria e nutriente per la memoria, e sono convinto di avere un rapporto bulimico con la realtà. Scatto davvero molte fotografie anche se, facendo per lo più uso del cavalletto e di una macchina di grande formato, riesco a controllarmi e a non farmi prendere troppo la mano dalla rapidità quasi compulsiva sempre in agguato e a mantenere un ritmo lento e misurato.

She'd lostDad,