Quotes About Recollection

I knew that tune, but I couldn't remember it. It hovered on the edge of my mind. I tried to grab it, but you can't just grab your memories. You have to pretend not to pay attention to them, which makes them mad. You have to trick them into sneaking up on you from behind.

you can't get at a memory as you might get at a splinter. You can't poke about in your mind with a sterilized needle

What was hard to endure is sweet to recall.

Some people do not become thinkers simply because their memories are too good.

The existence of forgetting has never been proved: We only know that some things don't come to mind when we want them.

One must have a good memory to be able to keep the promises one makes.

Sometimes it's too easy to forget the things you should remember — and far too easy to remember the things you really should forget.

That's Australia. She's not dim-witted, she just has trouble remembering to be smart.

You remind me of someone I've forgotten.

Sometimes it's too easy to forget the things you should remember—and far too easy to remember the things you really should forget.

Promised?" Kaladin asked. "I don't remember a promise." "You grunted." "I… grunted?

Which was more potent? The pain of memory, or the pain of forgetting? He

my life has a soundtrack. And the songs from that soundtrack can stir memories and provoke emotion in me like nothing else.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived. The odors of fruits waft me to my southern home, to my childhood frolics in the peach orchard. Other odors, instantaneous and fleeting, cause my heart to dilate joyously or contract with remembered grief. Even as I think of smells, my nose is full of scents that start awake sweet memories of summers gone and ripening fields far away.

But these fancies were not marked enough not not to be thrown off, and it is only in the light, or the gloom, I should rather say, of other and subsequent matters that they now come back to me.

You see, people forget you

Au fond, les gens ne lisent pas ; ou, s'ils lisent, ils ne comprennent pas ; ou, s'ils comprennent, ils oublient.

There are times when I myself no longer know whether I said and did the things I report or whether I dreamed them up. Anyway, I always dream true. If I lie a bit now and then it is mainly in the interest of truth.

It was always my habit to mark excessively the books I liked. How wonderful it would be, thought I, to see those markings again, to know what were my opinions and reactions in that long ago.

To the best of my recollection the event must have taken place during the year when I was looking for a job without the slightest intention of taking one. It reminded me that, desperate as I thought myself then to be, I had not even bothered to look through the columns of the want ads.

The reason why it is difficult to tell it is because I remember too much.

As when we can recall so vividly We almost touch, Or think of all the gestures that we failed To make.

People can remember their childhood, but events from four or five years ago are in a never-never land.

I proceed with the proper subject of this discourse; namely, the further changes in scientific belief, which have occurred within my own recollection, even since the time when I first aspired to authorship, now forty- five years ago.