Quotes About Memory

The man who has received a benefit ought always to remember it, but he who has granted it ought to forget the fact at once.

A man forgets his good luck next day, but remembers his bad luck until next year.

Morse code didn't leave a paper trail, or an email thread on the screen of your tablet. She would never be able to scroll back and reread the exchange she'd just had with Rufus.

I don't know how my face conveyed that information, or what kind of internal wiring in my grandmother's mind enabled her to accomplish this incredible feat. To condense fact from the vapor of nuance. Condense fact from the vapor of nuance. Hiro has never forgotten the sound of her speaking those words, the feeling that came over him as he realized for the first time how smart Juanita was.

But for the moment it was just a pattern of sensory impressions painted on the screen of her memory, not soaked in yet, not understood, not even granted the dignity of having really happened.

This one was called Ark Madiba, after a Moiran biologist of the Fourth Millennium who had in turn been named in memory of a hero of Old Earth.

After that it had all been oral history for about a thousand years, since there had been no paper to write on and no ink to write on it with. Memory devices were scarce and jury-rigged. Every single chip had been used for critical functions such as robots and life support.

But the lieutenant remembers it. He's really good at remembering numbers. Aren't you, sir?" Enoch shrugs modestly. "Where I grew up, memorizing the digits of pi was the closest thing we had to entertainment.

These men, of course, have names and lives, but Daniel has forgot the former, and has no interest in the latter.

He no longer had an accurate visual memory of the size of the moon in the sky, and so he could not estimate how many times larger the cloud was.

One of my professors has interesting things to say about the similarity between the way organ pipes are controlled by keys and stops, and the way random-access memory bits are read by computers.

He went back to the search box and typed "Eutropians." A memory from the early days of the Internet, the 1990s tech boom.

How can you remember shit like that?" Ty asked.

other people's perfume sticks with you like a bladder infection.

the same kind of Diefenbachia that Grandmother Waterhouse used to have growing on the counter in her downstairs bathroom.

No point in describing the office. No point in even allowing the office to even register on her eyeballs and take up valuable memory space in her brain. Fluorescent lights and partitions with carpet glued to them. I prefer my carpet on the floor, thank you. A color scheme. Ergonomic shit. Chicks with lipstick. Xerox smell. Everything's pretty new, she figures.

Do you remember the total eclipse of 3680 when we made a camera obscura so we could see it without burning our eyes?" "A box," I recalled, "with a pinhole at one end and a sheet of white paper at the other.

Eb closes his eyes, which is what he does during memory access

Enoch had the same way with his memories as a ship's master with his rigging—a compulsion to tighten what was slack, mend what was frayed, caulk what leaked, and stow, or throw overboard, what was to no purpose.

Reaction is just that—an action you have taken before. When you "re-act," what you do is assess the incoming data, search your memory bank for the same or nearly the same experience, and act the way you did before. This is all the work of the mind, not of your soul.

Når sinnet sender kroppen et signal, vet ikke kroppen om det sinnet erfarer er virkelig eller kun et minne. For kroppen spiller det ingen rolle.

And she bangs her knee against my thigh. Awesome. A girl hasn't done that to me since like fourth grade.

The stories we are told as children do, undoubtedly, mark us for life. They are often stories of dark and terrible things, and we are usually told them just before the lights are turned out and we are left alone; but we love them. We love them when we first hear them, and even when we are grown, and think we have forgotten them entirely, they never lose their power over us.

As he lay there, he was sure that he could still feel the memory of that strange hand cupping the back of his neck; and he couldn't believe how empty his mouth felt, now that it only had his own tongue in it.