Quotes About Recollection

I remember being called a pig. You do? You know good and well, I do. I was called a pig in two languages. You were? I was.

Human memory is a strange thing," he observed. "How it comes and goes. How sometimes folk tuck the past away so deep they forget it's there at all. The human mind is full of byways, dead ends, locked chambers. Strongboxes guarding matters too painful to be brought into the light; dusty corners where items considered too trivial are tossed away. You'll remember one day. And if you do not, perhaps it is no matter.

In her elementary school days, she'd experienced something so terrifying that it was too much to remember.

I guess you're right. I can look at photo albums and get a reasonable idea of what I was like when I was three years old, or when I was a newborn.

Mi viene in mente che non riesco a ricordare nessun preciso particolare del Suo viso. Vedo ancora soltanto come Lei si allontanò poi tra i tavolini del caffè, la Sua figura, il Suo abito.

the happening and the telling are very different things. This doesn't mean that the story isn't true, only that I honestly don't know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it.

I wasn't happy, exactly, but I was remembering how happiness felt.

We used to believe that memories are best retrieved in the same place where they were first laid down. Like everything else we think we know, that's not so clear anymore. But

They only remembered the good times

Time turns from a straight line into a sphere and it's not until later that you can hold it in your hand and look at all the different sides, and you think, Oh, now I remember --- this happened, then this happened, then... It's only after the fact that you can pull back into a straight line that makes sense

Unless a man feels he has a good enough memory, he should never venture to lie.

The man with a clear conscience probably has a poor memory.

A woman is perturbed by what a man forgets---a man by what a woman remembers.

Memory is each man's poet-in-residence.

You never know how much a man can't remember until he is called as a witness.

To expect a man to retain everything that he has ever read is like expecting him to carry about in his body everything that he has ever eaten.

The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing.

Proust again: One can only wish that a man with such powers of total recall had led a less tedious life, moved among somewhat livelier circles.

There's a man in Mobile who remembers that Honus Wagner hit a triple in Pittsburgh 46 years ago. That's baseball.

Remind a man of what he remembers, and you will make him forget it.

What money is better bestowed than that of a schoolboy's tip? How the kindness is recalled by the recipient in after days! It blesses him that gives and him that takes.

Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.

Nay," cried Bingley, "this is too much, to remember at night all the foolish things that were said in the morning.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.