Quotes About Recollection

Prince, a precept I'd leave for you, Coined in Eden, existing yet: Skirt the parlor, and shun the zoo, Women and elephants never forget.

Women still remember the first kiss after men have forgotten the last.

The mind is constantly trawling through memories to find those that echo our current emotional state. For example, if you feel threatened, the mind instantly digs up memories of when you felt endangered in the past, so that you can spot similarities and find a way of escaping.

Even now I'm nothing but a thin skin covering a mountain of memories.

Amnesia—A specific and significant block of time that has passed but that cannot be accounted for by memory.

Dust hid blood, but not remembrance.

I read somewhere that we never completely forget a thing, that there are the imprints of everything we've ever seen or done, all of these tiny details at the bottoms of our minds, like pebbles and weeds that never surface from a river bottom.

I depended on you....You're older, you're supposed to be my...my archive. That's what sisters do, remember for each other.

MEMORY is an odd thing. I can always remember to perfection a mass of unimportant details.

When people cry, it creates a "bookmark" in their brains—it is a moment, or experience, they are unlikely to forget.

Thus although Nebuchadnezzar no longer remembered his dream, yet he could not forget the impression it made.

Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

The memory of joy is no longer joy; the memory of pain is pain still.

Just think of me and I will be there

She said I bet you dont remember me And I said only every other memory.

My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.

The thought weaves into her unexpectedly, as so many thoughts do, time again. How do you make the remembering stop?

The world would always know, even if men forgot.

Write it down, he had told me. Write down every word once you get there, Before the truth is forgotten. And now we do, at least the parts we remember. —Greyson Ballenger, 14

Write it down," he had told me. "Write down every word once you get there, Before the truth is forgotten" And now we do, at least the parts we remember

Write it down, he had told me. Write down every word one you get there, Before the truth is forgotten And now we do, at least the parts we remember.

where did those words go, words that where once in my head?

she vaguely remembered chatting with an attractive fiftyish redhead in the elevator, who had asked for her business