Quotes About Memory

I don't want to be one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory.

We don't always have to do something, we don't always have to create memories; sometimes it's just enough to simply remember. Today, these are the things that I remember.

When it comes to my memory there are three categories: things I want to forget, things I can't forget, and things I forgot I'd forgotten until I remember them.

It's incredibly frustrating to forget. It must be an entirely other thing to be the forgotten

I never wanted anything new; from the age of ten, I was convinced that you couldn't replace what was lost. I insisted on things on having to be found.

Memory plays tricks in the night, in the dark. We imagine things not how they are, but how we want them to be.

Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.)

all is the same time has gone by some day you come some day you'll die someone has died long time ago.

remembered summer light, and the luminous inverted ghost of a boy with a parrot on his shoulder.

Every word she says makes me feel a little more like faking a stroke and pretending to lose all memory of who I was.

Without stories there is nothing. Stories are the world's memory. The past is erased without stories.

God is merciful in what He sometimes lets us forget.

It was no joy waking up after a dream about that man. He left a taste of thunder in my mouth.

An Austrian philosopher named Jean Améry, tortured by the Gestapo because of his activity with the Belgian resistance and then deported to Auschwitz because he was a Jew, wrote that anyone who has been tortured remains forever tortured and can never again be at ease in the world. One's faith in humanity is broken and can never be acquired again.

I drew that memory of my father on the roof...I drew him in all the small and quiet ways I had never thought to draw him before. And it seemed to me that I was closer to him during those early months of his absence than at any other time of my life.

It intrigued me that I had made no drawings of my father. The mashpia would notice that. But why had I made no drawings of my father?

And it seemed to me that I was closer to him during those early months of his absence than at any other time of my life.

How memory accordions time and places disparate moments next to one another like photographic slides on a tray!

A chi servono le storie di un ennesimo ebreo? Servono a me. Senza storie non esiste nulla. Le storie sono la memoria del mondo. Senza storie il passato viene cancellato.

To remember is not a punishment, Asher. To remember is a victory against the sitra achra, against Hitler, may his name be erased. The film is a sanctification of the name of God. Why should I not participate in it?

Each of us carries around those growing up places, the institutions, a sort of backdrop, a stage set. So often we act out the present against the backdrop of the past, within a frame of perception that is so familiar, so safe that is is terrifying to risk changing it even when we know our perceptions are distorted, limited, constricted by that old view.

indelible, our last clues to a beautiful woman

For each of us has a perch on the tree. After we are gone, that perch is marked by a notch, permanent, yes, but with its edges muting over time, assuming the tree is ever growing. Years from now someone can see that you were here, or there, and although you had little conception or care for the wider branching, in the next life there might be a sigh of wonder at how quietly flourishing it all was, if never majestic.

We reshape the story even when we believe we are simply repeating it.