Quotes About Memory

Si es mor, mai no acabaré de tornar a casa, realment.

Does he remember that?

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction

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

A token of the boy with the bread. A

A veces, Coriolanus se preguntaba si los debajan allí para recordarles a los ciudadanos lo que habían sufrido. La gente tenía muy mala memoria. Era necesario que esquivaran escombros, que arrancaran los mugrientos cupones de racionamiento y asistieran en los Juegos del Hambre para mantener la guerra viva en su recuerdo, El olvido daba lugar al exceso de confianza, y entonces volverían todos a la casilla de salida.

Te'n recordes? —em diu—. Aquí és on em vas fer aquell petó. […] — Em pensava que no te'n recordaves —dic. — Hauria d'estar mort per oblidar-ho. I potser ni així —em diu—.

Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. To make myself put a name to the thing I've lost. But what's the use? It's gone. He's gone. Whatever existed between us is gone. All that's left is my promise to kill Snow. I tell myself this ten times a day.

Games to make fresh the memory of those killed by the districts' rebellion.

So what do you remember?" "You. In the rain," he says softly. "Digging in our trash bins. Burning the bread. My mother hitting me. Taking the bread out for the pig but then giving it to you instead.

You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope. I wonder if she'll enjoy watching me die".

Oh, not now. Now we're in that sweet period where everyone agrees that our recent horrors should never be repeated," he says. "But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

When that wire was cut, everything just went insane. I can only remember bits and pieces. Trying to find her. Watching Brutus kill Chaff. Killing Brutus myself. I know she was calling my name. Then the lightning bolt hit the tree, and the force field around the arena . . . blew out.

No he dejado de temblar. 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. Me pregunto si disfrutará viéndome morir.

I remember everything about you," says Peeta, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You're the one who wasn't paying attention.

i killed you, i think as I pass a pile. and you. and you

No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew — just like your mother — I was a goner,

That's how I feel now, trying to remember how to breathe, unable to speak, totally stunned as the name bounces around the inside of my skull.

The Hanging Tree" out loud for ten years, because it's forbidden, but I remember every word. I begin softly, sweetly, as my father did.

Estimaves l'Annie, Finnick? —pregunto. —No —passa una bona estona abans no afegeix—: es va anar ficant dins meu.

Manusia memiliki ingatan yang pendek. [P. 18]

The headache's coming on and my thoughts begin to tangle. I shut my eyes and start to recite silently. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me. Peeta was taken prisoner. He is alive. He is a traitor but alive. I have to keep him alive.

The headache's coming on and my thoughts begin to tangle. I shut my eyes and start to recite silently. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me. Peeta was taken prisoner. He is alive. He is a traitor but alive. I have to keep him alive. . . . The list. It still seems too small. I should try to think bigger,

What do you think?" he asks. "I hate them," I say. I can almost smell the blood, the dirt, the unnatural breath of the mutt. "All I do is go around trying to forget the arena and you've brought it back to life. How do you remember these things so exactly?" "I see them every night," he says.