Quotes About Recollection

A nation that forgets its past can function no better than an individual with amnesia.

Both of our memories were deteriorating, and in recent years the effort required to recall a name or incident felt almost wearyingly physical, like clearing out an attic. Proper nouns were particularly elusive. Adverbs and adjectives would go next, until we were left with pronouns and imperative verbs. Eat! Walk! Sleep now!

to recall a name or incident felt almost wearyingly physical, like clearing out an attic.

That was how long ago?

The cold is a mnemonic device.

History is not truth — it records not what occurred but what is remembered.

I also know that parents have discretionary recall, blocking out everything that contradicts our carefully edited recollections - an understandable attempt to dodge blame. Conversely, children often fixate on the indelibly painful memories, because they have made a stronger impression

It may be that places exist in order that memory itself has a home.

All memory is prelude.

That is how the human brain works, when it looks at a formless cloud, it tries to see a shape, or a face, or otherwise associate it with something that makes sense in some known cultural context, like the proverbial image of the Virgin Mary seen in the grain of a tree stump, or a slice of toast. But make no mistake—the observer supplies the face.

The past is a good place for the past.

I know have lived, so many times, that the only thing I have left to remember is my writing, cause every single moment in life it's already written.

Mind is memory, not intelligence.

lo más intolerable es que se convierta en pasado quien uno recuerda como futuro').

Mañana en la batalla piensa en mí', pensé; o más bien me acordé de ello.

Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget.

The scenes and events were beautiful color spots in her memory.

It happend that Bob referred in front of Paul to the young woman met in Chantilly; it happened that Paul spoke to Bob of the one from the cinema that he'd had so much trouble seeing again. It never occurred to them that these portraits might bear a certain resemblance to each other, and the fact is that they bore none at all.

certainly the only family member she ever saw). She could recall doing the things she supposed most other children did—playing in dirt, looking at pictures—without any accompanying grief or anger

Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.

It is funny how certain places get connected with certain people, and you never go back without thinking of them.

But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, / It hides away from me.