Quotes About Recollection

That was the cruelty of memory. The way it could ambush you. Take you out at the knees.

That was the cruelty of memory. The way it could ambush you.

In the field of memory, land mines were buried everywhere, easily tripped.

He remembered that part like you'd remember a story someone told to you once, like you might nod in sympathy but it wasn't like it happened to you.

Memory creep is the reconstruction of your memory of what you knew that hindsight bias creates. MEMORY CREEP When what you know after the fact creeps into your memory of what you knew before the fact.

The girl in the picture is not me, but neither is she a fictional creation. There is no one else in the world I know in such vast and inexhaustible detail

L'immense fatigue habituelle, impossibilité de faire quoi que ce soit. Des bribes de phrases traînant dans la mémoire.

Even though the run of The Dining Room had ended five months earlier, and many of the actors had learned new roles since then, they still remembered the lines from Gurney's play that had been accompanied onstage by movement or gestures (as when Arthur holds out the spoon to Sally). Lines they had delivered while standing or sitting still, the Noices discovered, were much more likely to be forgotten.

Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.

I guess that is what I remember of 'Mezzanine': it was a proper struggle.

If you don't get a good night's sleep, the events of the day are not properly encoded in memory.

DIONYSUS: You did not know me when you should have.

didn't trust my powers of recollection; in the past, I had known myself to turn perfectly ordinary boys into Howard Keel overnight, only to be bitterly let down when they actually appeared in front of me again.

Yes, I was determined to have a happy Christmas' 'Did you?' 'I think so. I don't remember it much, and that's always a good sign, isn't it?

These memories, which are my life -- for we possess nothing certainly except the past -- were always with me.

He was paying some tribute to things unforgotten.

Rosemary felt that this swim would become the typical one of her life, the one that would always pop up in her memory at the mention of swimming.

Afterwards he remembered one reply of hers to something he had asked her. He remembered it in this form – perhaps he had unconsciously arranged and polished it.

For a time she had no accurate sense of her whereabouts or of the events of the day before, or the day before that; then, like a suspended pendulum, memory began to beat out its story, releasing with each swing a burdened quota of time until her life was given back to her.

what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something—an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

They had forgotten – as people inevitably forget

was recalling her

Al final, siempre gana el olvido.