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Quotes About Memory

I'm not leaving you. Not going it alone. Not looking at the memory of you everytime I close my eyes.
~ Charles Martin
It would take only a few thousand terabytes of hard-drive space to archive a human's entire audiovisual experience from cradle to grave.
~ Charles Seife
I am me and I have been Juliette and both of us have dreamed this dream repeatedly. And what makes this dream so unfortunate is that it is a true thing that happened to someone else ... who is both of us.
~ Charles Stross
We fight on so that something that remembers being human might survive.
~ Charles Stross
Within the shielded darkness of the President's limousine a geas unlocks in my head, and I can finally remember the message the PM wants me to convey to his counterpart
~ Charles Stross
Time slips slowly away until Iris's coffee is a memory of bitterness dusted with cocoa
~ Charles Stross
Her father stood stiffly, as if his knees ached. Of a sudden Evie realized that he was, in fact, old: or at least middle-aged, which from a twenty-three-year-old perspective was the same thing. Hair thinning and graying to ashy silver, belly sagging over the waistband of the jeans he wore on his day off, a reminder that he'd met her mother after a rock concert in 1980.
~ Charles Stross
Most demons are as dumb as a sackful of hammers. This does not mean they're safe to mess with, any more than a C++ compiler is "safe" in the hands of an enthusiastic computer science undergrad. Some people can mess up anything, and computational demonology adds a new and unwelcome meaning to terms like "memory leak" and "debugger." Now
~ Charles Stross
Charles Todd
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Ellis had a strain of thrift, derived from a Scotch ancestry, and a tenacious memory for financial details.
~ Charles W. Chesnutt
A moment that should have lasted forever and forever Long over— it came and went before I knew it existed. I think I know what it means, But every time I start to explain it, I forget the words.
~ Charles Wright
The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.
~ Charles Wright
We've all led raucous lives, some of them inside, some of them out. But only the poem you leave behind is what's important. Everyone knows this.
~ Charles Wright
I loved you on this day. I love this memory. [(2004), Dir. Michel Gondry]
~ Charlie Kaufman
If we are witnesses without memory, we are not witnesses at all. A hollow cylinder through which the wind blows will not remember the whistle it produces.
~ Charlie Kaufman
The internet. Everything one needs at one's fingertips. There have been no doubt studies demonstrating how this has affected people's memories in the negative. I will have to look those up online.
~ Charlie Kaufman
How curiously we are made. … The needle of life writes in the wax of the brain, and the record is our memories. Does the needle lift from the wax and leave no record? Or does a fog come down? What can we say? Do you know, I think the miracle is not that we sometimes can forget, but that we remember so much, so well. [Luther Grandison]
~ Charlotte Armstrong
Seeing your mother naked is not something you easily recover from. Seeing your mother naked and jumping from one side of a king-sized bed to the other with a nurse's hat on while your father, who is also naked, is chasing her with a bandanna around his neck, is reason to put yourself up for adoption.
~ Chelsea Handler
It is the storyteller who makes us what we are, who creates history. The storyteller creates the memory that the survivors must have - otherwise their surviving would have no meaning.
~ Chinua Achebe
Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript
~ Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
It was Aldous Huxley who observed, "Every man's memory is his private literature.
~ Chris Bohjalian
We all look forward, but how we see tomorrow is grounded so deeply in what we lived through just yesterday.
~ Chris Bohjalian
She closed her eyes and tried desperately to swim through the mist that enveloped her memories. She was near here and then she wasn't. She was whole and then she was wounded. Forever scarred. And in between? Unknowable, it seemed. Absolutely unknowable.
~ Chris Bohjalian
Every man's memory is his private literature.
~ Chris Bohjalian