Quotes About Memories

The issue with you hasn't changed, Hallie. Not since you were a girl. Blocked memories start out by protecting you, but later they can become a kind of cancer.

The revelation we've come to is that we can trust our memories of a past with lower, not higher, entropy only if the big bang - the process, event, or happening that brought the universe into existence - started off the universe in an extraordinarily special, highly ordered state of low entropy.

Vor stared for a moment at his own reflection in the familiar mirrored face, remembering some of the stupid jokes his friend had told and the innovative military games they had played together. Seurat had never harmed him in any way.

A man never gets over losing his son, or his honor.

In my dreams I hear the long-ago whisper of Caladan seas, like ghostly memories beckoning me back there. Caladan is far, far from the Jihad. —PRIMERO VORIAN ATREIDES, private logs

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not . . . yet, I occurred. —PAUL ATREIDES, Memories of Muad'Dib

I have run tests on the handsome young man— he is fine breeding stock. After your pregnancy is finished, would you like to mate with him?" Serena took an agitated breath, fixing her mind on memories of Xavier. "Mate? Regardless of how much you study us, there are many things your machine brain will never understand about human nature." "We shall see about that," he said, calmly.

The Land of Dreams, that mystical realm, where the oddest of visions appear, come wander through scenes of joyful peace, or stampeded through nightmares of fear. Dare we open those secret doors, down dusty paths of mind, in long-forgotten corners, what memories we'll find. Who rules o'er the Kingdom of Night, where all is not what it seems? 'Tis I, the Weaver of Tales, for I am the Dreamer of Dreams!

When the sun sets like fire, I will think of you, when the moon casts its light, I'll remember, too, if a soft rain falls gently, I'll stand in this place, recalling the last time, I saw your kind face. Good fortune go with you, to your journey's end, let the waters run calmly, for you, my dear friend.

Sometimes friends do go from us - it will happen ore and more as you grow up, Chugg. But if you really love your friends, they're never gone. Somewhere they're watching over you and they're always there, inside your heart.

The Log-a-Log of all the Guosim was smiling, even though his eyes had closed for the last time. He had lived long enough to keep his promise to his friends. He had found their young ones.

A come t'morrer on wall?" he wanted to know. "Yes, Rollo. We'll come to the wall tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after that until my Mattimeo comes back. Do you remember Mattimeo?

My memories are like a shuffled deck of cards, each one coming up at random.

Some memories are presents that I'm unable to unwrap over and over.

Some people are haunted by their pasts, but not my family. I mean, how can you be haunted by something that never really dies?

Have you ever been shot by one? Because I have and it hurt like the day my dog died...

It would be a very long time before we saw any of our original pursuers again. At least, it seemed kinda long. But nothing warps time quite like childhood. I remember visits to faraway worlds that lasted only a few days but felt like entire lifetimes. And then there were the endless journeys between destinations that somehow went by in the blink of an eye. You know how it goes.

Granny would never love anyone the way she loved my grandfather, but that doesn't mean she never loved again.

The next morning, they cremated my grandfather in the belly of our ship. I still have a scarp of the outfit he made for me. These days, I use it as a bookmark.

They say it's the worst pain imaginable, losing a child. But that wasn't my experience. Don't get me wrong, my son's death just about destroyed me. But if I'm being honest, nothing will ever hurt quite so deeply as the moment I heard the first person I ever really loved was gone.

I've had a lot of relationships in my time, platonic or otherwise, but the ones I think about most are those that never quite made it to term. The dashing first date who didn't call you back. The lady on the train you had that amazing conversation with but never saw again. The cool neighbor kid you met the first time a week before he moved away. I guess I'm haunted by all that potential energy.

You see, when you get to be my age, you start to realize that life isn't defined by years, jobs, or decisions—it's defined by moments.

My father told me that when he was a kid, it was the best place in Syracuse to go to the movies. I told him I didn't think movies had been invented when he was a kid. He said he loved me, but if I didn't shut up and fill out my audition form, he'd probably kill me. I told him if he really felt that way he should give me a pen.

every mind is shaped by its own experiences and memories and knowledge, and what makes it unique is the grand total and extremely personal nature of the collection of all the data that have made it what it is. Each person possesses a mind with powers that are, whether great or small, always unique, powers that belong to them alone. This renders them capable of carrying out a feat, whether grandiose or banal, that only they could have carried out.