Quotes About Recollection

Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.

I remembered something. There's a man. He is bald and wears a short sleeve shirt. And somehow, he is important to me... I think his name is... Homer.

Man is still an ape in that he forgets what is not ever before his eyes.

Man's memory shapes Its own Eden within

There is nothing that makes a man more self-satisfied than a poor memory.

What a man can't remember doesn't exist for him.

A man forgets his good luck next day, but remembers his bad luck until next year.

But the lieutenant remembers it. He's really good at remembering numbers. Aren't you, sir?" Enoch shrugs modestly. "Where I grew up, memorizing the digits of pi was the closest thing we had to entertainment.

It was hard to tell whether he was looking at a water heater, an abandoned refrigerator, or a human being. When it moved a little, he decided the latter

Eb closes his eyes, which is what he does during memory access

Recall is an act of disciplined reimagination, and the remote past may be beyond anyone's ken.

I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence.

memories are funny things. Sometimes they're real, but other times they change into what we want them to be

I will never forget the vision of Jamie walking towards me.

He received a phone call, And memories of the past rose anew.

Some might dispute the facts, but memories aren't always about facts.

My earliest memory is learning to read 'Muffin the Mule' when I was about three.

My husband recalls that I named my attacker as Brett Kavanaugh.

I remember a couple of instrumental albums, just don't ask the names.

I wish I could remember people's names. I'm supposed to remember so many.

Memory doesn't come as a straight narrative. It comes in small moments with all this white space.

I am not naturally inclined to history or geography - maybe that's why I like to sing about it, because it helps me remember.

How we remember and what we remember and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.

Do not say it. Gabriel said with quiet menace. I said nothing. Lucian pointed out. You raised your eyebrow in that obnoxious way you have, Gabriel replied. You are in enough trouble with me without adding a sneer to your sins. She is not like the women I seem to recall from our youth. You did not know any women in our youth. Gabriel told him.