Quotes About Memory

My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. I remember when you sang in the music assembly and the teacher said "who knows the valley song?" and your hand shot straight up. After that, I watched you going home everyday. Everyday

When I finally begin to surface into the sterile hospital room in 13, I remember. I was under the influence of sleep syrup. My heel had been injured after I'd climbed out on a branch over the electric fence and dropped back into 12. Peeta had put me to bed and I had asked him to stay with me as I was drifting off. He had whispered something I couldn't quite catch. But some part of my brain had trapped his single word of reply and let it swim up through my dreams to taunt me now. "Always.

I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.

I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body beside me. Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did. I have to remind myself that Gale's in 2 with a fancy job, probably kissing another pair of lips.

On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.

Good-bye, District Twelve. Good-bye, hanging tree and Hunger Games and Mayor Lipp. Someday something will kill me, but it won't be you.

All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips. I remember my father doing this very thing to my mother and I wonder where Peeta picked it up. Surely, not from his father and the witch.

People had short memories. They needed to navigate the rubble, peel off the grubby ration coupons, and witness the Hunger Games to keep the war fresh in their minds. Forgetting could lead to complacency, and then they'd all be back at square one.

Somos seres inconstantes y estúpidos con mala memoria y un don para la autodestrucción.

Did you indeed?" said Ripred. "It seems like only yesterday you were a baby bouncing on your grandpa's knee. And now you're starting wars. They grow up so fast.

An old memory that surfaces. A late primrose preserved between the pages. Strange bits of happiness, like the photo of Finnick and Annie's newborn son.

Nerrissa? You believe her? Well, you at least have to credit her with a certain instability! Remember when she told you that I was going to take over the Fount with and army of Lobsters?" said Ripred. "You did try to take over the Fount with an army of Lobsters," said Vikus. "Yes, yes, but it was years before she was born. My point is, she flip-flops in and out of time like a fish in shallow waters," answered Ripred.

I am determined to avenge her, to make her loss unforgettable, and I can only do that by winning and thereby making myself unforgettable.

My mother was beautiful once too. Or so they tell me. -Katniss

Then I realize . . . he was my first kill.

Oh, ahora no. Ahora estamos en ese dulce periodo en el que todos están de acuerdo en no repetir los recientes horrores. Sin embargo, esta coincidencia colectiva no suele durar. Somos seres inconstantes y estúpidos con mala memoria y un don para la autodestrucción. Pero ¿quién sabe? Quizá esta vez sea la buena, Katniss.

Quizá la chica no se acuerde de mí, aunque sé que me engaño: no se te olvida la cara de la persona que era tu última esperanza.

Creo que los sucesos aterradores son los más difíciles de erradicar. Al fin y al cabo, son los que por naturaleza recordamos mejor.

Pour l'instant nous sommes dans cette période bénie où chacun s'accorde à reconnaître que les horreurs récentes ne devraient jamais se répéter. Mais la mémoire collective est généralement de courte durée. Nous sommes des êtres versatiles, stupides, amnésiques et doués d'un immense talent d'autodestruction.

No s'oblida, la cara de la persona que era la teva última esperança.

He'll probably be kissing me anyway. I wonder if it will feel like those last kisses on the beach in the arena,