Quotes About Memory

Anybody can find out if he is a writer. If he were a writer, when he tried to write of some particular day, he would find in the effort that he could recall exactly how the light fell and how the temperature felt, and all the quality of it. Most people cannot do it. If they can do it, they may never be successful in a pecuniary sense, but that ability is at the bottom of writing, I am sure.

When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not.

I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more - the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men.

O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again...

Pain gives you the memory of things you shouldn't do.

I would try desperately to think about my childhood, but I couldn't. The war memories had formed a barrier that I had to break in order to think

My streets, my cistern. My old house. Its beams, floorboards and staircase creaked slightly, almost imperceptibly, with a dry, uniform, almost constant cracking sound. What's wrong? Where does it hurt? It seemed to be complaining of aches in its bones, in its centuries-old joints.

The memories of events and statesmen paled as the years passed. Dust covered them, mud stained them, until they were finally erased as if they had never been. But recently people had come to understand that forgetting was more difficult and complicated than remembering.

Even when it stands vacant the past is never empty.

Every soldier in the course of time exists only in the breath of written word.

Kod ljudi koji nam postanu bliski mi sve te pojedinosti prvog dodira sa njima obi?no zaboravljamo; izgleda nam kao da smo ih vazda znali i kao da su oduvek sa nama bili. Od svega toga u se?anju iskrsne ponekad samo neka nepovezana slika.

A se?anja, kad se jednom krenu, ne zadržavaju se kod po?etka.

Never can that be told, for those who saw and lived through it have lost the gift of words and those who are dead can tell no tales. Those were things which are not told, but forgotten. Fore where they not forgotten, how could they ever be repeated?

Dan je samo bela hartija na kojoj se sve beleži iispisuje, a ra?un se pla?a no?u, na velikim, mra?nim i vrelim poljima nesanice. Ali tu se i sve rešava ibriše, kona?no i nepovratno. Svaka preboljena patnja nestaje tu kao reka ponornica, ili sagori beztraga i spomena.

Great men die twice, once when they leave this world and a second time when their life work disappears.

Ne treba mene žaliti. Jer svi mi umiremo samo jednom, a veliki ljudi po dva puta; jednom kad ih nestane sa zemlje, a drugi put kad propadne njihova zadužbina.

Bana hiç ac?may?n… Biz, s?radan insanlar, yaln?z bir sefer ölürüz. Ama büyük adamlar iki sefer ölürler. Birinci sefer bu dünyay? b?rak?p göçtükleri, ikinci sefer de b?rakt?klar? eserler, y?k?l?p kayboldu?u zaman.

There is no need to feel sorry for me. For all of us die only once, whereas great men die twice, once when they leave this world and a second time when their lifework disappears.

Njegova kapija je srce mosta koji je srce ove kasabe koja svakom mora da ostane u srcu.

all of us die only once, whereas great men die twice, once when they leave this world and a second time when their lifework disappears.

Their recollections were inexhaustible and they repeated them continually, amplified by memory and repetition; they looked into one another's eyes, sclerotic and with yellowing whites, and saw there what the younger men could not even suspect.

mladost se ne zadržava kod sje?anja, niti ostaje dugo pri istim mislima.

Ja odlazim, ali moje oko ostaje.

Gone, he kissed the air where she had stood.