Quotes About Recollection

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Although the horse ride was a short one, the memories that came back spanned a lifetime.

Nothing really dies as long as it's not forgotten

Perhaps memory is not merely the preservation of a moment in the mind, but the process of repeatedly returning to it, carefully breaking it up in parts and assembling them again until we can make sense of what we remember.

Part of him wanted to remember; part of him needed to forget.

Memory was my drug of choice. -Pea Hicks

We only really remember things for five years. After that, what we remember, what's actually etched in our brain is our memory of the thing, not the thing itself. And five years after that, what's left is our memory of the memory.

But if you went with someone you loved, you'd often get more than that. You'd get to share it with them. You'd get to remember what they remembered too.

We only really remember things for five years. After that, what we remember, what's actually etched in our brain, is our memory of the thing, not the thing itself. And five years after that, what's left is our memory of the memory. You follow me?

The bigger point for me was that if you were on a trip with someone you didn't love, at the end of it you'd only get to remember what you remembered. But if you went with someone you loved, you'd often get more than that. You'd get to share it with them. You'd get to remember what they remembered too.

One of the oddest things in life, I think, is the things one remembers. One chooses to remember, I suppose. Something in one must choose.

Do you believe at times that a moment chooses you to remember it entirely & tell about it — so that it may live again? — Laure-Anne Bosselaar, from "Lately," Vox Populi (11 June 2022)

I hadn't realized till then how a thought, once you have thought it, can never be laid to rest. It may lay low, but any time it can pop right up again, put certain words in your mouth.

Tomorrow we're to visit the Dardanelles. Jack Aird speaks of them as though I should know them, but I really don't recall them. One meets so many people.

They were coming, on wings from far away, all the pictures and voices, smells, tastes, all the everything from the past was flying toward me as fast as it could.

A wasting memory is not only a destroyer; it can deny one's very existence. A day unremembered is like a soul unborn, worse than if it had never been. What indeed was that summer if it is not recalled? That journey? That act of love? To whom did it happen if it has left you with nothing? Certainly not to you. So any bits of warm life preserved by the pen are trophies snatched from the dark, are branches of leaves fished out of the flood, are tiny arrests of mortality.

You may recall a Jules Feiffer cartoon—you may recall a hundred

How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.

El dolor mismo es el único elemento de la memoria; porque el placer termina en sí mismo

I return, link by link, along the iron chains of memory.

As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape.

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

until it is taken out of your mind, it is never lost and it is never gone

I wanted moments like this to last forever. If it couldn't, I wanted to play it on repeat so I wouldn't forget the details of every second.