Quotes About Memory

picture of Percy throwing away the first pancakes she'd made after they were married because they weren't perfectly round flashed through her mind. She quickly hit the mental "Delete" button, determined that she was never going to think about him again.

Little black and tan older dog? Verdie asked. Do you know who he belongs to? Belonged to, not belongs. Old man Rawling died about two weeks ago. His family intended to have Pete and Joe put to sleep the day after the funeral, but they both vanished.... Dickie bought that crazy bird for his wife, Mary, about six years ago. He'd promised her that someday he'd take her to a tropical island and then she got cancer and he couldn't take her so he bought her the bird.

Yesterday is gone and nothing but a memory. Maybe a bad one, but there's no way to call it back or change it. Tomorrow is just the whisper of a hope. Today is all you got, lady.

The past defines the present and affects the future

still got power over you, even in death, if he can agitate you this much

Remembering only the good times was just as unhealthy as remembering only the bad ones—there was no closure in either.

This Mrs. Emory remembers she phoned the Horton house to talk to her friend about a class reunion.

Poems, to me, do not come from ideas, they come from a series of images that you tuck away in the back of your brain. Little photographic snapshots. Then you get the major vision of the poem, which is like a giant magnet to which all these disparate little impressions fly and adhere, and there is the poem!

This city had been a city for two thousand years, and I could feel that with every step I took. bits of all that time were still here, alive, even if it was just in the form of collective memory.

I had no power of how and when to remember her. You think you can put up a kind of shield. But remembering don't come to a man face forward—it corners around sideways. I was at the mercy of everything I saw and heard. Suddenly instead of me combing the countryside to find her, she begun to chase me around in my very soul. She chasing me mind you! And in my soul.

In her mind she could remember about six different tunes from the pieces of his [Mozart's] she had heard. A few of them were kind of quick and tinkling, and another was like that smell in springtime after a rain. But they all made her somehow sad and excited at the same time. She hummed one of the tunes, and after a while in the hot, empty house by herself she felt the tears come in her eyes.

How can the dead be truly dead when they are still walking in my heart?

But remembering don't come to a man face forward—it corners around sideways.

Have you ever seen any people that afterward you remembered more like a feeling than a picture?

Aber die Erinnerung kommt nie von vorne auf einen zu – sie kommt seitlich um die Ecke.

Dar amintirea nu-l atac? pe om din fa?? - ea îi d? târcoale.

Twigs and beetles and dead body. Water and blood. You'll never get back.

Sometimes I can be walking down the street, or riding a bus, and suddenly I see somebody who remind me of somebody I know back home, and I close my eyes and find myself thinking of the sea, or the taste of grafted mango, or the smell of saltfish frying, and then I come back to myself and open my eyes and realise where I am.

I am grateful, and would thank the Gods(if there were any to thank) that I have finally mastered this art of forgetting--of murdering the memory.

Dead and never called her mother, in fact," misquoted Sloan, who had once seen the Berebury Amateur Dramatic Society play East Lynne, and never forgotten the searing experience.

A man whose yesterdays rest on his horizon travels forward into his past. The result is that he goes a very long way to nowhere.

When her voice is forever stilled, her soul, like the soul of him whom she calls her dearest friend, will later be 'marching on.

Everything seemed to be a clue to the hereafter, now that one of her own had gone there.

looking off at the past as though it were a place one might still get to