Quotes About Memory

A pleasure is not full grown until it is remembered.

Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than minority of them - never become conscious of them all. How much of total reality can such an apparatus let through?

The twilight zone that lies between living memory and written history is one of the favorite breeding places of mythology.

The gap between living memory and written history a "twilight zone" which serves as one fo the favorite breeding grounds of mythology

Forgetting is a kind of betrayal, even if it's what happens to all grief. Time wears everything smoother as it grinds past, I suppose.

If we're not loyal to the things we love, what's the point? That's like not having a memory. That's when we stop being human.

Remembering dreams is like picking up small jellyfish—they slip through your fingers—and you never know if it's a dream you had or if you added to the dream in the remembering. Sometimes it's hard to know if you're remembering a dream at all, or just a dream about remembering a dream. And if that doesn't make sense, well, neither do dreams.

A soul loves most what is lost...

In general, the heart seems to have a more reliable memory for what benefits the psyche than does the head, which has a rather unhealthy tendeny to lead an 'abstract' existence, and easily forgets that its consciousness is snuffed out the moment the heart fails its duty.

It is, in fact, normal and necessary for us to "forget" in this fashion, in order to make room in our conscious minds for new impressions and ideas. If this did not happen, everything we experienced would remain above the threshold of consciousness and our minds would become impossibly cluttered.

There is one necessary but hidden and strange work—a major work—which you must do in secret, for the sake of the dead.

Although man can forget in the long- (perhaps too long) guarded feelings of youth, in the dreamy state of stubbornly held remembrances, that the wheel rolls onward, nevertheless mercilessly does the gray hair, the relaxation of the skin and the wrinkles in the face tell us, that whether or not we expose the body to the destroying powers of the whole struggle of life, the poison of the stealthily creeping serpent of time consumes our bodies, which, alas! we so dearly love.

For the next few minutes, time stood still and Cassie was transported into a real-life version of hell. Even as she watched it, she knew she'd never be able to scrub the images from her mind for the rest of her life. She had to remind herself to breathe.

It came in horrible flashes, and Cassie found herself fast-forwarding, getting the gist but not dwelling a second longer than necessary on the actual details.

Cassie knew Isabel's participation at Woodstock never happened, although she had no doubt her mother had come to believe it over the years. If all the people of her mother's generation who claimed to have been at Woodstock had actually been there, Cassie knew, the concert would have hosted millions more kids than were actually there. But there was no point in getting into that argument again.

The last time he'd gone to see his father he had to introduce himself as his son. His father had said, "Joe? Joe Schmoe? Go get me a flask, Joe Schmoe.

Or, in the intriguing words of existential philosopher Gabriel Marcel, hope is "a piercing through time … a kind of memory of the future.

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who'd died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.

I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,On a day I already remember.I shall die in Paris—it does not bother me—Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.

Daqui a 50 anos eu ainda vou saber seu nome e vou me lembrar de todas as vezes que você me fez sorrir. Na minha memória, tão congestionada - e no meu coração - tão cheio de marcas e poços - você ocupa um dos lugares mais bonitos.

There's only one thing we know about death: It comes for all of us, the famous and the obscure, and after it does, we pretty quickly disappear from memory.

A side effect of memory training, in other words, is an improvement in your general ability to concentrate. This ability can then be fruitfully applied to any task demanding deep work.

How to study wisely: (1) don't skip classes; (2) study early in the day; (3) study in isolation; (4) keep your energy levels high; (5) actively recall the material and quiz yourself until you're completely satisfied.

Bluma Zeigarnik, describes the ability of incomplete tasks to dominate our attention.