Quotes About Recollection

I once saw a ballgame.

I've just read it so much, it memorized itself.

Lyra remembered her visit to his house

She thought thought that without noticing that she'd thought it, and she soon forgot it, and only remembered it much later.

De blik die hij zich zo goed herinnerde van toen hij haar lesgaf, die uitdrukking van blanco, ongenaakbaar verzet, schuilde achter haar ogen.

It was one of those moments when we suddenly recall a dream that we've unaccountably forgotten, and back in a flood comes all the emotion we felt in our sleep

To be alive, to him, is to be made of memory—to him if a man's not made of memory, he's made of nothing.

They were still talking about polio, now by recalling its frightening precursors. His grandmother was remembering when whooping cough victims were required to wear armbands and how, before a vaccine was developed, the most dreaded disease in the city was diphtheria. She remembered getting one of the first smallpox vaccinations. The site of the injection had become seriously infected, and she had a large, uneven circle of scarred flesh on her upper right arm as a result.

The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting," wrote the Czech novelist Milan Kundera.

Believe me—I spent some uncomfortable moments with my head that morning. Because I'd read The Rolling Stones fifteen years before—and forgotten it completely. Or had I?

People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.

A photograph it a souvenir of a memory. It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.

And I'm moved, it's so beautiful. Not what I wrote, but to have it given back like this. To have her remember the words and the tune. To hear it in her voice.

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.

I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.

I choose what to remember, and I am choosing Rhiannon. Again and again, I am choosing her, I am conjuring her, because to let go for an instant will allow her to disappear.

You didn't even know my name, I thought. You're just repeating what he said.

Maybe it's because nothing ever tastes the same as it did when you were ten.

In addition to remembering things that one does not know how one remembers, one would also appear to remember things that one has no idea how one knew to begin with.

There is no such thing as forgetting," he murmured.

Judy Nylon, who as a child had sought succour from her parents' escapist 'exotica' albums and regularly drifted off to sleep to the lulling vibraphones of Martin Denny's Quiet Village, recalls a slightly different version of events: 'So it was pouring rain in Leicester Square

Anything processed by memory is fiction.

friends are like books you use them when you need them but u will always remember them

What seemed strangest to me when I found this diary was that I have no recollection of the day-to-day life it describes. If I do not recall them, where have those days gone? Where had they vanished to? I pondered the things that human beings lose to the past -from Diary of My Sixteenth Year