Quotes About Recollection

Every time he blinks, a memory ripples across the undersides of his eyelids:

Memory gallops, then checks up and veers unexpectedly; to memory, the order of occurrence is arbitary

Todo dia, ela tira um tempo para se perder nos reinos da memória...

Memory gallops, then checks up and veers unexpectedly; to memory, the order of occurrence is arbitrary.

It was as if all these memories had been hibernating in him, not dead but merely dormant, weathering it out, and now they stumbled out of their thousand dens.

Memories, when they come, are often viscous and weak, trapped beneath distant surfaces, or caught in neurofibrillary tangles. She

Negative publicity makes people forget your best times.

I will say I remember the best thing in terms of publicity was being on the cover of Newsweek.

I forget stuff. Guess I took a few too many punches.

I think, especially with my parents, I wanted to remember who they were. I wanted to remember all of it. I didn't want to purge myself of it. I wanted to remember it.

I do so much music that it's like a fog, and I can't even remember all of it.

And we forget because we must and not because we will.

We have all forgot more than we remember.

I think it is very important that films make people look at what they've forgotten.

I love when people cover songs that are familiar but have been kind of forgotten about.

When I look through my sketchbooks, they bring back moments that I would otherwise have completely forgotten.

A lot of directors, they don't go into the editing room during the shoot. When they come back, they've forgotten what they've shot. That's why their films come out a year after they shoot them.

I fortunately have a good memor, and that helps a lot in the way I write.

Our kids will never have to remember things, because it's all in pictures. Want to remember your fourth birthday? There'll be video of it on your phone.

Frankly, it is very hard to remember things from the 1970s.

I don't remember anything about Ekta and Tusshar's growing years. I don't remember playing with them, being with them, attending their school functions.

I DON'T KNOW how it is best to put this thing down – whether it would be better to try and tell the story from the beginning, as if it were a story; or whether to tell it from this distance of time, as it reached me from the lips of Leonora or from those of Edward himself.

She had not expected him to remember her at all and her hard little heart grew quite warm.

When I lie by myself and remember I begin to have pains everywhere and I think of things that make me begin to scream because I hate them so.