Quotes About Memory

Maybe over time I'll forget the feel and smell and sound of him, the same way I am starting to forget Mom, but I'll never be able to forget that he should've been here.

You can never really unlove somebody. Maybe it changes shape, but it's there.

We sat at that table, neither able to comfort the other, her remembering being a bystander to my mother's suffering and me suffering because I was denied the experience.

Although Hermione is right about a great many things, she was wrong about the nature of things gone by. this is what I have come to know: Our past is never passed and there is no such thing as moving on. but there is this telling and there is such a thing as passing through.

Memory is a queer creature, an eccentric curator

I try and calm myself, remember that I've lived alone before. Sleeping by myself didn't kill me then and will not kill me now. But this is what loss has taught me of love. Our house isn't simply empty, our home has been emptied.

It was the scent of my mother and it couldn't be broken down into parts.

I can't say whiskey made her beautiful. Davina wasn't a PYT any more than I was a young executive. But I used to be, and she used to be; something of it was left in us both, I think. Davina was everything I ever missed, transformed into warm brown flesh.

If you were to ask me what it smelled like, I couldn't answer any more than you would know what to say if someone asked you to describe the fragrance of coffee. It was the scent of my mother and it couldn't be broken down into parts.

Our past is never past & there is no such thing as moving on...

All this I had been a witness to ever since I opened my eyes on life, yet I had never seen the village at such a late hour of the night.

Non omnis moriar [No moriré del todo]».

I loved you and reverenced you, for teachers are the noblest of men and labor for little and only from the fullness of their unselfish souls. In your name, and in my memory of you, I will do the best I can, and remember you always.

We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts. I'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air.

Well I found that picture Of you in that green dress. Sure had a good time Cleanin' up that mess. He found thirty other pieces, But he'll never find them all. Tried to tape them back together. Now he knows to keep them off the wall!

The myriad visitors to Bethune's grave include peasants and men of renown, famous names and anonymous workers. They stand with equal reverence before it, and they leave it feeling an equal gratitude. For, in the memory of Bethune's life, the great are reminded of people from whom they draw their strength, and the people are reminded of the road that everyone can travel to greatness.

Let's take a sentimental journey. Don't forget to bleed. I have.

In most cases we have to forget a little bit before we can forgive; when we no longer experience the pain as fresh, the insult is easier to forgive, which in turn makes it less memorable, and so on. It's this psychological feedback loop that makes initially infuriating offenses seem pardonable in the mirror of hindsight.

And I think I've found the real benefit of digital memory. The point is not to prove you were right; the point is to admit you were wrong.

men of experience say, "Four things do not come back: the spoken word, the sped arrow, the past life, and the neglected opportunity.

Verba volant, scripta manent. In Tiv you would say, 'Spoken words fly away, written words remain.

Right now each of us is a private oral culture. We rewrite our pasts to suit our needs and support the story we tell about ourselves. With our memories we are all guilty of a Whig interpretation of our personal histories, seeing our former selves as steps toward our glorious present selves.

At that stage of your life, there'll be no past or future for you; until I give you my breast, you'll have no memory of contentment in the past nor expectation of relief in the future. Once you begin nursing, everything will be in reverse, and all will be right with the world. NOW is the only moment you'll perceive; you'll live in the present tense. In many ways, it's an enviable state.

Anthropologists will tell you that oral cultures understand the past differently; for them, their histories don't need to be accurate so much as they need to validate the community's understanding of itself. So it wouldn't be correct to say that their histories are unreliable; their histories do what they need to do.