Quotes About Recollection

Sounds like a talented boy," I told her, but knew I was talking to myself. Still, it made me curious, as it always did, to know who it was that had ownership of such a prized lot in her brain that not even her strokes could turn it fallow, or salt the earth of recollection. Whoever it was, whether real or fantasy, living or dead, they would not truly die until she did. And for that, I envied them.

Write it down, boy. If you come across a passage in your reading that you'd like to remember, write it down in your little book; then you can read it again, memorize it, and have it whenever you wish.

I am gone and am not coming back, but I remember everything.

Every day we forget stories. I saw a funny video about a cat on the Internet this morning, but when I tried to tell a friend about it, I suddenly had no idea how it ended.

But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can recapture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty in it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties.

I have forgotten my mask, and my face was int it.

Memory is a fickle thing, a flickering light in a darkroom of possibilities.

Joy's recollection is no longer joy, While Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.

Pero no, no viene. Supongo que es porque estoy tratando de recordar, y la clave está en no tratar, olvidarse. Olvidarse para recordar. Tendré que esperar un rato, pensando en otra cosa, y entonces sí volverá, claro y entero, acompañado de una sonrisa, o una risita secreta, disipado ese pequeño vacío y restituida la integridad de los hechos.

Assim também os seres tornaram-se para mim lembranças imperecíveis na medida em que seus nomes sempre estiveram inscritos no livro do meu destino: conhecê-los equivalia a um relembrar.

Body, remember not only how much you were loved,not only the beds you lay on,but also those desires glowing openlyin eyes that looked at you,trembling for you in voices.

But don't you find that certain songs remind you of certain things in your life? That when you hear a specific song it takes you back to when you were listening to it?

Don't forget that déjà vu is the word that when you look it up the dictionary says, "You've looked this up before, haven't you?

You forget, time doesn't exist anymore. You gave it to me.

But sometimes the memories feel so real, so visceral, so personal, that I confuse them with my own.

But the memories... one pops up, I push it away and then another appears.

Paris is more than three thousand miles away, but the memories... One pops up, I push it away. But then another appears. I never know when one is going to jump out at me. They are buried everywhere, like a land mines.

The question of what exactly we remember when we listen to old recordings, or whether it can be called remembering at all, becomes less and less answerable over a lifetime.

Your eyes is camera and your brain is a file cabinet.

When we think of the past, we forget the fools and remember the sage. We reverse the process for our own time.

If it wasn't for flash backs, I wouldn't remember anything at all.

There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.

One's capacity to forget absolutely is immense.

There is nothing so eternally adhesive as the memory of power.