Quotes About Recollection

Images have their way of dissolving and then abruptly returning, pulling along the joy and pain attached to them like tin cans rattling from the back of an old-fashioned wedding vehicle.

Memory is the space in which a thing happens for a second time.

In the end, the problem is not so much that people forget, but that they do not always forget the same thing. What still exists as a memory for one person can be irretrievably lost for another, and this creates difficulties, insuperable barriers against understanding.

Time moved in two directions because every step into the future carried a memory of the past

For it is only in the darkness of solitude that the work of memory begins.

Reason and memory are nearly always at odds.

La primera vez que entendía que la memoria es un lugar, un sitio de verdad al que se podía ir

I can't remember everything we talked about, but the beginning of that conversation is a lot clearer to me than the end. By the time we came to the last half hour or forty-five minutes, there was so much bourbon in my system that I was actually seeing double. This had never happened to me before, and I had no idea how to bring the world back into focus.

He who forgets the past is doomed to repeat it.

I stored the information for later use. My mind is a warehouse of information like that, bushels of scrap paper filled with notes.

A memory stabbed him, as sharp as a blade. He'd floated alone in an escape pod over Ryloth once, spinning high over its surface, after crashing a cruiser into a droid control ship. Another name bobbed up and broke the surface of the sea of memory. Ahsoka. He'd called her "Snips" sometimes. He pushed the errant recollection aside and focused on his task.

There are images that stay vividly in your mind, even after many years: images coupled with the feeling that at the same time came to you. Sometimes you can know that such an image has been selected to stay with you forever out of the hundreds you every day encounter.

Ce fut le temps sous de clairs ciels, (Vous en souvenez-vous, Madame?) De baisers superficiels Et des sentiments à fleur d'âme. It was a time of cloudless skies, (My lady, do you recall?) Of kisses that brushed the surface And feelings that shook the soul.

I ran into Berkeley Cole again. It had been two years since my coming-out party, that night he and Denys Finch Hatton had recited poetry for me in blindingly white coats,

Memories, made to last forever<3

Memories are the 'snapshots of the mind' we carry with us wherever we go so we don't have to carry the weight of an album around. 'Pictures' are for sharing our 'happy times and wonderful experiences' with others, of God's world so they can enjoy our memories too.

he who forgets will be destined to remember...

But her thoughts are often of the past. That evanescent, pervasive, slippery internal landscape known to no one else, that vast accretion of data on which you depend - without it you would not be yourself. Impossible to share and no one else could view it anyway. The past is out ultimate privacy; we pile it up, year by year, decade by decade, it stows itself away, with its perverse random recall system.

The past is our ultimate privacy; we pile it up, year by year, decade by decade, it stows itself away, with its perverse random recall system.

And now I want to get yesterday down while I still have the awful taste of it

And she turned and walked out again, and he stood staring after her, noticing, absurdly, that she was wearing the same high silver-heeled boots that she had had on the day of the crash.

If I just concentrate I can walk into memory's store and find the right shelf with the right film and disappear into it....

You don't remember what you never fail to do, that is common knowledge,

The dead live in our memories.