Quotes About Recollection

As an actor, one of my greatest fears is losing my memory.

I'm just lucky. I do have very clear memories of childhood. I find that many people don't, but I'm just very fortunate that I have that kind of memory.

I have a good flavor memory.

Memory has a spottiness, as if the film was sprinkled with developer instead of immersed in it.

If you get involved in a controversy, then that becomes the mesmerizing event that people remember you by.

In Hell all the messages you ever left on answering machines will be played back to you.

I can't remember what Michael Praed looks like. I'm too young!

They have a new division where you have to be at least 80 years old. You play three days for a million dollars, one hole a day, and if you can remember what you shot, you win!

I've forgotten what it's like to remember. I've lost the mindless confidence that a moment, an idea, a thought will be there for me later, the bravado of breezing through experience in the certainty that it will become part of my self, part of my story.

People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.

we ask: Why suicide? We search for reasons, causes, and so on.... We follow the course of the life he has now so suddenly terminated as far back as we can. For days we are preoccupied with the question: Why suicide? We recollect details. And yet we must say that everything in the suicide's life- for now we know that all his life he was a suicide, led a suicide's existence- is part of the cause, the reason, for his suicide.

I want to see him clearly again with the help of these notes, these scraps of memory, which are meant to clarify and recall to mind not only the hopeless situation of my friend but also my own hopelessness at the time, for just as Paul's life had once again run into an impasse, so mine too had run into an impasse, or rather been driven into one. I am bound to say that, like Paul, I had once more overstated and overrated my existence, that I had exploited it to excess.

Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is afterwards recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene, which seems ordained to be her special medium of manifestation throughout all the pages of his memory.

she, like all others, had moments of commonplace, when to be least plainly seen was to be most prettily remembered

Graham had stared through the bars for about five seconds when Lecter opened his eyes and said, "That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court." "I keep getting it for Christmas.

Aunque pudiera verte cada día, siempre recordaría este momento.

Verhalen horen zich in het verleden af te spelen, en hoe verder het verleden, zou men kunnen zeggen, des te beter voor ze, in hun hoedanigheid van verhalen, én voor de verteller, wiens gemurmel de onvoltooid verleden tijd bezweert.

She came along the alley and up the back steps the way she always used to. Doc hadn't seen her for over a year. Nobody had. Back then it was always sandals, bottom half of a flower-print bikini, faded Country Joe & the Fish T-shirt. Tonight she was all in flatland gear, hair a lot shorter than he remembered, looking just like she swore she'd never look.

Zoyd remembered her...as a tall florid girl in a minidress that bore the image, from neck to hemline, of Frank Zappa's face, thus linking her in Zoyd's mind somehow with Mount Rushmore.

Little things are starting to come back to him, memories involving that summer that he can recall with fondness—fondness, and wonder—the way you can look back at a time in your life and say with certainty, "Here, I was most alive.

If I remember correctly, I called you an asshole doctor." "That's no more than the truth... except I'm not a proctologist.

Scent memory is incredibly personal; a very private experience.

97 days earlier

Death in anonymity is the ultimate insult to human dignity.