Quotes About Memory

Me acuerdo de lo que me quiero acordar y no me acuerdo de lo que otra gente quiere que yo me acuerde.

She who passes by rosemary and doesn't pick it neither had love nor dreams of it.

Puede que fuera sólo una corriente que vino y se fue -dije yo-. Pero para nosotros es nuestra vida.

I knew I could never forget my past, but I wanted to stop talking about it so that I would be fully present in my new life.

That morning we thanked the men who had helped bury Saidu. You will always know where he is laid, one of the men said. I nodded in agreement, but I know that the chances of coming back to the village were slim, as we had no control over our future. We know only how to survive.

I will not be alive to see the end of this war. So, to save a place in your memories for other things, I won't tell you my name. If you survive this war, just remember me as the old man you met. You boys should be on your way.

I put my hands behind my head and lay on my back, trying to hold on to the memories of my family. Their faces seemed to be far off somewhere in my mind, and to get to them I had to bring up painful memories.

He didn't like remembering such things, but by now he was used to the way life was punctuated by such moments, which sent hooks into parts of the past one might prefer to forget.

I have a memory of this experience when I was young, watching 'Stop Making Sense,' the Talking Heads concert movie, which is one of the best concert movies ever, and I saw it in a full house in New Zealand, and everyone was cheering between songs, and you really felt like you were part of the audience at the gig.

Three thousand people died at ground zero. Their families are entitled to a little bit of respect, to respect the memory of those poor people that died there. And how about the families of all those soldiers that died in the two ensuing wars? Aren't they entitled to a little bit of respect - the kids, the wives, the parents?

As years passed away I have formed the habit of looking back upon that former self as upon another person, the remembrance of whose emotions has been a solace in adversity and added zest to the enjoyment of prosperity.

Being a white southern African who saw the transition from Rhodesia to Zimbabwe, the sense of being an outsider was absolutely instilled in my limbic system.

I remember my second year, in the playoff game in Dallas, I remember every play that happened. I remembered giving up a back-shoulder fade in the end zone, scoring.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.

A very beautiful woman hardly ever leaves a clear-cut impression of features and shape in the memory: usually there remains only an aura of living colour.

Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.

A book is the only immortality.

We may be willing to tell a story twice, never to hear it more than once.

Ottawa is a city where nobody lives, though some of us may die there.

And say to all the world, "This was a man!"

For mem'ry has painted this perfect day. With colors that never fade, And we find at the end of a perfect day, The soul of a friend we've made

Education is what survives when what has been learnt has been forgotten.

You must not miss Whitehall. At one end you'll find a statue of one of our kings who was beheaded; at the other, the monument to the man who did it. This is just an example of our attempts to be fair to everybody.

The test of pleasure is the memory it leaves behind. (Die Probe Eines Genusses ist Seine Erinnerung.)