Quotes About Memory

Wisdom, thoroughly learned, will never be forgotten.

Memory, prophecy, and fantasy— The past, the future, and The dreaming moment between— Are all in one country, Living one immortal day. To know that is Wisdom. To use it is the Art.

Wisdom is founded on memory; happiness on forgetfulness.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

Noble man remembers nothing good he did for others.

We possess nothing certainly except the past

Those who have no mental vigilance, Though they may hear the teachings, ponder them or meditate, With minds like water seeping from a leaking jug, Their learning will not settle in their memories.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.

There are two kinds of stories, the ones you live and the ones you make up. And nobody knows the difference, and I don't ever tell which is which.

Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?

Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory.

It is a great blessing to be able to forget, but it takes a lot of wisdom to know what should be forgotten.

Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last.

Wisdom remembers. Happiness forgets.

A great memory is never made synonymous with wisdom, any more than a dictionary would be called a treatise.

Once sent out, a word takes wings beyond recall.

It is sometimes wise to forget who we are.

Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget.

Mankind are always happy for having happiness. So if you make them happy now, you make them happy twenty years from now by the memory of it.

Everyone dreams, but not everybody remembers their dreams because some people go into delta they go too low.

We will be known forever by the tracks we leave-Dakota Indian proverb

Here lay she, still reverberating the pleasure long laid aside and never forgotten.

Was it for pleasure that you followed them Putting off your slippers at the door To dance barefoot and blood-foot in the snow? No. What then? What glamoured you? No glamour at all; Only that I remembered I was young And had to put myself into a song. How could time bear witness that I was tall, Silken, and made for love, if I did not so? I do not know. - Earl Cassilis's Lady