Quotes About Recollection

I'd have never thought that remembering would bring with it far more trouble than forgetting.

I don't like nostalgia unless it's mine.

I remember things that happened sixty years ago, but if you ask me where I left my car keys five minutes ago, that's sometimes a problem.

Tout ce qui fut sera pour peu qu'on s'en souvienne

De si loin qu'on se souvînt, la vie avait cette couleur d'habitude

Only when someone becomes vital do we try to give that first encounter the importance it would later have

No memory is ever alone it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.

You pile up associations the way you pile up bricks. Memory itself is a form of architecture.

She lay still and tried to fish the name out of the water of memory that flooded her mind, but it was no use.

Je me souviens,

stick. It might look familiar to some of you,' she waited

She consulted the yellowing Rolodex in her head.

Or as Seneca expresses it, in the Letters to Lucilius: 'You must dispense with these two things: fear of the future, and the recollection of ancient ills. The latter no longer concerns me, the former has yet to concern me.

they ask me to remember but they want me to remember their memories and I keep on remembering mine

Las cosas existen mientras haya quien que las recuerde.

Recollections are in the eye of the beholder. No two held side by side can ever quite match.

Recollections are in the eye of the beholder; no two held up side by side will ever quite match.

The facts of history have been too well rehearsed (I'm speaking needless to say not of written history but the oral kind that goes on in you without your having to do anything about it). . .

Pomieszczenie wygl?da?o tak, jak je zapami?ta?em. Albo wygl?da?o, jak gdyby by?o takie, jakim je zapami?ta?em, gdy? z regu?y wspomnienia dopasowuj? si? niezauwa?alnie do rzeczy i miejsc z odwiedzanej przesz?o?ci.

Songs are perhaps the most powerful auditory anchors. I'll bet you've experienced riding in your car listening to the radio and suddenly you remembered a person or scene from long ago. Our whole lives are an accumulation of such anchored imprints—pleasant as well as painful.

People don't remember what we think is important; they remember what they think is important.

But what price do you put on a great memory?

For lovers, touch is metamorphosis. All the parts of their bodies seem to change, and they seem to become something different and better. That part of their experience that is distinct and separate, the totality of the years before they met, is changed, is redirected toward this moment. They feel they have reached an identical point of intensity, an ecstasy of rightness that they command in every part, and any recollection that occurs to them takes on this final clarity

We would always remember how it all started even if we forget how it end.