Quotes About Recollection

That awful thing, a woman's memory!

That awful thing, a woman's memory!

But I didn't say he was married. I said he was engaged to be married. There is a great difference. I have a distinct remembrance of being married, but I have no recollection at all of being engaged. I am inclined to think that I never was engaged.

They said I would never write this book. Well, f**k 'em – 'cos here it is. All I have to do now is remember something... Bollocks. I can't remember anything.

We Woosters do not lightly forget. At least, we do - some things - appointments, and people's birthdays, and letters to post, and all that - but not an absolutely bally insult like the above.

Of course I think so. Have you forgotten what I told you the other day?' 'Yes,' said Lord Emsworth. He always forgot what people told him the other day.

Life is so short. Forgetting is so long

Forget. So there was my duty laid out in front of me, as simple and clear as a bowl of water: Remember.

The past is a palimpsest. Early memories are always obscured by accumulations of later knowledge.

Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.

I ordered a Manhattan, honoring the island on which I sat, and only when I tasted the ghastly concoction did I remember why I had never developed a fondness for that particular cocktail.

It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.

Truth has power. And if we all gravitate toward similar ideas, maybe we do so because those ideas are true...written deep within us. And when we hear the truth, even if we don't understand it, we feel that truth resonate within us...vibrating with our unconscious wisdom. Perhaps the truth is not learned by us, but rather, the truth is re-called...re-membered...-re-cognized...as that which is already inside us.

He had also forgotten that iron brands, just like rubber stamps, never looked like their imprints. They were in reverse. Langdon had been looking at the brand's negative.

Sa-ti amintesti de seara asta, fiindca este inceputul vesniciei.

The memory of it comes to me like a blow to the face, the way all true memories do, unasked for, unwelcome, a full-body possession.

Later, dictating the tale into his comlog, the Consul remembered it as a seamless whole, minus the pauses, hoarse voice, false starts, and small redundancies which were the timeless failings of human speech

Bessel van der Kolk: "The nature of trauma is that you have no recollection of it as a story.

Sometimes people suggested that I must have an amazing memory—that surely I must recall so many scenes, moments, sensory details from my early years. But the truth is that I have a terrible memory. I struggled to access any of my childhood or even my teenage years. I had no recollection of it as a story. And so I followed my own line of words to see where it would lead me.

The nature of trauma is that you have no recollection of it as a story.

The nature of trauma," van der Kolk had said, "is that you have no recollection of it as a story. The nature of traumatic experience is that the brain doesn't allow a story to be created.

He had seen himself naked and so had quite a few other people, although some of them do not remember.

Here's looking at you kid.

Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.