Quotes About Recollection

When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.

It's like picking up an unfamiliar piece of sheet music & starting to stumble through it, only to realize it is a melody you'd once learned by heart, one you can play without even trying.

Each memory is like a paper flower stowed up a magician's sleeve: invisible one moment and then so substantial and florid the next I cannot imagine how it stayed hidden all this time. And like those paper flowers, once they've been let loose in the world, the memories are impossible to tuck away again.

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?

it it strange, suddenly having a memory come back out of nowhere. you think you're going crazy; you wonder where this recollection has been hiding all your life. you try to push it away, because you think you've hammered out the whole timeline of your life, but then you see that one extra moment, and suddendly you are breaking apart what you though was a solid segment, and seeing it for what it is: just a string of events, shoulder to shoulder, and a gap where there is room for one more.

Music is the language of memory

For someone who can't remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can't forget.

Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

You always remember what you forget to forget, you forget what you forget to remember and you remember what you do not forget to remember to remember.

I may have forgotten your birthday, but at least I remember that I forgot your birthday.

Sorry I forgot your birthday, my memory gets worst year after year. I think you understand what I'm talking about.

I intended to give you some advice, but now I remember how much is left from last year unused.

When you're about to say goodbye, think twice, look back, and remember how hard it was to say hello.

The point was simply this: the most important thing we could never forget was that we could never forget.

This was the problem with a walk down memory lane. It was almost always foggy, and one was likely to trip and fall.

I do not remember many things, and for all those things I do not remember, I am grateful, because the things I do remember hurt me enough.

This is a book on war, memory, and identity. It proceeds from the idea that all wars are fought twice, the first time on the battlefield, the second time in memory.

Experience is as effective a teacher as a woman because one does tend to remember her lessons.

The man who never lends his books probably remembers how he acquired them.

Garretson recalled that he drank four beers, smoked two joints

Because when it comes to memories, what counts is not accuracy, but the feelings they call up.

Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.

What you remember saves you.