Quotes About Recollection

Mi cabeza está llena de nombres cuyos rostros he olvidado o son sólo una mancha flotando en un paisaje

La cosa più intollerabile è che si trasformi in passato chi si ricorda come futuro

Es lo malo que tiene cuanto nos sucede y no es registrado, o aún peor, ni siquiera sabido ni visto ni oído, porque luego no hay forma de recuperarlo.

We Are Influenced by Past Experiences.

The genome of every human cell has memory. You know what that means? As evolved beings we have in our genes memories of the far past, of long-ago generations, memories of experiences not our own.

All I can do is remind you of what you have forgotten.

Do you know — I hardly remembered you? Hardly remembered me? I mean: how shall I explain? I — it's always so. Each time you happen to me all over again .

Yes, the living, the mangled, the scarified, with the crazed responsibility of remembering everything, everything.

A memory is left when something happens and does not completely un-happen.

What if memories were just memories, without any consolatory or persecutory power? Would they exist at all, or was it always emotional pressure that summoned images from what was potentially all of experience so far?

The next thing that happened was that he forgot the last thing that happened.

Happiness? That's nothing more than health and a poor memory.

Every man's memory is his private literature.

I recall the wind, the lilacs, the gray, the perfume, the song, and the wind, but I don't recall what the angel said.

I take picture because i like to look at the pictures I take. It seems to me that when people take a picture of something, they instantly forget about it. They can look at the picture and remind themselves.

He who recollects a thing by which he was once pleased desires to possess it in the same circumstances as when he first was pleased by it.

The interview gives us access not to the experience but to a verbal rendition of the memory of that experience, generated by the presence of the interviewer.

I don't keep a travel diary. I did keep a travel diary once and it was a big mistake. All I remember of that trip is what I bothered to write down. Everything else slipped away, as though my mind felt jilted by my reliance on pen and paper. For exactly the same reason I don't travel with a camera. My holiday becomes the snapshots and anything I forget to record is lost.

The dilapidation was not a memory but a representation of a poorly remembered past.

We don't forget.... Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, of smells, of places, of little things that happened to us and which came back, unexpectedly, to remind us who we are.

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

It is always the silly things that remind me

She'd skipped one of the most important parts. Or did she not remember their kiss? That would really piss him off, because every time he thought about it, he got hard all over again. He was about to call her on it, when he noticed how flushed her cheeks were. She remembered all right; she just didn't want to talk about it.

But...even true stories have to be invented sometimes to be remembered.