Quotes About Recollection

No hay nada en el camino de la vida que no sepamos ya antes de iniciarlo. No se aprende nada importante en la vida, simplemente se recuerda.

A gente só se lembra do que nunca aconteceu.

We only remember what never really happened

One by one the lights of the city went out, and I realized that I had already begun to remember.

We only remember what never happened.

We are doomed to remember what never really happened.

What do I know? Few things are more deceptive than memories.

Noi siamo quello che ricordiamo. Meno ricordiamo, meno siamo.

Cuéntale al mundo nuestras historias y jamás olvides que existimos mientras alguien nos recuerda.

that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.

Damals wusste ich nicht, dass der Ozean der Zeit früher oder später die Erinnerungen anschwemmt, die wir in ihm versenkt haben.

At the edge of every experience is the refracted light of recollection, snagged there like an image in a beveled mirror.

Michael took pictures of everybody. "We'll want to remember this," he told Janie.

This Mrs. Emory remembers she phoned the Horton house to talk to her friend about a class reunion.

But remembering don't come to a man face forward—it corners around sideways.

Aber die Erinnerung kommt nie von vorne auf einen zu – sie kommt seitlich um die Ecke.

When it comes to my memory there are three categories: things I want to forget, things I can't forget, and things I'd forgotten until I remember them.

My mother says that I have a knack for remembering what others forget. Sometimes it's a curse; nobody likes it when there's somebody to remember what they've tried so hard to bury.

It's like you know a lyric for a song by heart and suddenly you forget the words.

When it comes to my memory there are three categories; things I want to forget, things I can't forget, and things I'd forgot I'd forgotten until I remember them.

Me ei mäleta alati esmakohtumist, sageli mäletame hoopis, kuidas üksteisest lahkume.

And then there was this silence. This really weird silence. We stared at each other as though we were seeing each other for the very first time. It was like the world stopped turning just for us. An odd magical silence. The very same one that you told me you had with someone all those years ago.

When it comes to my memory there are three categories: things I want to forget, things I can't forget, and things I forgot I'd forgotten until I remember them.

It's incredibly frustrating to forget. It must be an entirely other thing to be the forgotten