Quotes About Recollection

We were very happy; and that evening, as the last of its race, and destined evermore to close that volume of my life, will never pass out of my memory.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

Memory is more than a dustbin of time, stuffed with yesterday's trash. Rather, memory is a glorious grab bag of the past from which one can at leisure pluck bittersweet experiences of times gone by and relive them.

Each man's memory is his private literature, and every recollection affects us with something of the penetrative force that belongs to the work of art.

If recollecting were forgetting Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot!...

When Memory rings her bell, let all the thoughts run in.

The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.

The brain remembers and recalls everything that's happened to us, something that comes out under hypnosis and brain stimulation. While we may not immediately recall some bit of information, that particular memory isn't lost; it's merely inaccessible and may be triggered later by some sight, smell, sound, or other stimulus.

What you undoubtedly want is about two paragraphs of facts. I've forgotten so many of the facts. I don't remember what is true and what might have been true... As for the picture — I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.

Remembering is organized for significance (not usefulness)

Remembering a narrative alters it.

YOUNG WOMAN: Time is altered, the years to came are altered You know where you will find me I, fear, I, death I, the memory beyond reach I, the recollection of the tenderness of your hands I, the sadness of our broken life I will defeat "it's not my concern" with my anguish

YOUNG WOMAN: Time is altered, the years to come are altered You know where you will find me I, fear, I, death I, the memory beyond reach I, the recollection of the tenderness of your hands I, the sadness of our broken life I will defeat "it's not my concern" with my anguish

Next time I see you, remind me not to talk to you.

If you've heard this story before, don't stop me, because I'd like to hear it again.

Memory is a hunting horn Its tone dies out along the wind.

Singurele momente importante dintr-o via?? sunt cele de care î?i aminte?ti.

Es triste que nuestro cerebro no sea capaz de almacenar los recuerdos de cada segundo de nuestra vida.

Es triste que nuestro cerebro no sea capaz de almacenar los recuerdos de cada segundo de nuestra vida. En la memoria solo queda pedacería. Además, la percepción nos juega trucos. Superponemos hechos reales con imaginarios y lo que dábamos como sucedido no es más que una invención. El recuerdo de nuestro pasado queda a mitad de camino entre lo ficticio y lo verídico

La memoria es una traductora simultánea que interpreta los recuerdos al azar o siguiendo un orden arbitrario: nadie puede manipular el recuerdo y quien crea que pueda es aquel que está más a merced del arbitrio de la memoria.

We don't discover, we don't learn. We just remember things that we have forgotten…

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

In societies dominated by modern conditions of production, life is presented as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has receded into a representation.

El olvido es ahora la especialidad de su memoria.