Quotes About Recollection

And Esme remembered in a rush--the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.

Again his memory failed to conjure her face. It was like trying to call up a melody while another song played.

For what was a person but the sum of all the scraps of their memory and experience: a finite set of components with an infinite array of expressions.

He couldn't remember the other monks' names, or even the prayers that had been his vocation for decades, but the stories poured from him, and Lazlo listened. He listened the way a cactus drinks rain

The miracle of it is this: how little things from such a long time ago can still be remembered as if they had occurred only yesterday.

Will looked up in apparent relief when Charlotte and Tessa came in. "Will," Charlotte said, "You remember Miss Gray?" "My recollection of her," said Will, "is most vivid indeed.

There were some memories, though, that never faded.

You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones

I don't remember everything," he said. "Not yet. But I remember you." He brought her hand up, touched the gold ring on her right index finger, the Fair Folk metal warm to the touch. "Clary," he said. "You're Clary. You're my best friend.

She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having hunted for something to wear, but somehow she was hurrying down the stairs, dressed in shadowhunter gear, the letter in one hand and the chain with the ring clasped hastily around her throat.

I don't mean that I remember hearing about it. I remember the caul, and then the sudden absence of it.

Unlike Ed, she listened. But then she forgot.

You have the memories, and you go over and over them in your mind. And after a time I wonder if I am remembering the actual event or just remembering the memories.

After a while you look at a picture and all it helps you remember is the picture. And then it gets kind of memorized and you hardly even see it.

That's what a map is, you know. Just a memory.

It is not so easy to always remember who you are.

A thing too familiar becomes invisible.

Perhaps memory is a thing that everyone involved has to work at, like stitching up a big quilt out of everything that ever happened to you.

It is extraordinary that when you are acquainted with a whole family you can forget about them.

The history of my life must begin by the earliest circumstance which my memory can evoke it will therefore commence when I had attained the age of eight years and four months.

Entrando nell'appartamento, Fenoglio percepiì come una traccia nell'aria. Fu un attimo, un'impressione, quasi una cosa immaginata, un ricordo che non riesci a ricordare, un pensiero fastidioso e inafferrabile.

But everything is remembered by its moment of greatest intensity. Dying

The very word, religio—to bind (ligio) back (re)—suggests exactly this. Thus these ancient cultures remained profoundly backward oriented. This ritualized return to a primordial past, the very essence of mythological forms of recollection, is what de Lubac perceptively characterized as a "deliberate (though admittedly still instinctive) refusal of history.

Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy.