Quotes About Recollection

Her mouth dry, her gaze ventured inevitably down, past the curls on his chest and belly, clear to where his rod thrust high and hard against the white of one bare thigh. Her recall was instantaneous- as if she'd ever forgotten. As if she ever could! With stark, unremitting clarity, she remembered precisely how it had felt to touch him there, her knuckles buried in the coarse nest of curls that thickened and surrounded the base of his erection.

Men more frequently require to be reminded than informed.

The true art of memory, is the art of attention

I declare That later on, Even in an age unlike our own, Someone will remember who we are.

He whispers in her ear, and she basks in his attention, trumpeting happily at the sight of him. Doesn't she remember?

There are things I want to remember about Cameron Quick that I can't entirely, like the pajamas he wore when he used to sleep over, and his favorite cereal, or how it felt to hold his hand as we walked home from school in third grade. I want to remember exactly how we became friends in the first place, a definite starting line that I can visit again and again. He's a story I want to know from page one.

Happy, normal lives going on in happy, normal ways, in a world that was anything but. Once you realized this, experienced something that made it crystal clear, you couldn't forget it. Like a face. Or a name. However you first learn that truth, once it's with you, it never really goes away.

The past was always present, in its way, and you can't help but remember. Even if you can't remember at all.

Isn't it weird the way you remember things, when someone's gone?

Later, it would take me a minute to remember how exactly it happened. If I turned around and moved forward first, or he did. I just knew we didn't meet halfway. It was just a short distance really, not worth squabbling over. And maybe it didn't matter so much whether he took the step or I did. All I knew was that he was there.

We had just heard that story recounted so many times over the years that it was easy to take the details and fold them into our own sparse memories.

The past was always present, in its way, and you can't help but remember. Even if you can't remember at all.

To write a diary is to make a series of choices about what to omit, what to forget. A memorable sandwich, an unmemorable flight of stairs. A memorable bit of conversation surrounded by chatter that no one records.

At times I feel like a socket that remembers its tooth.

I erased the thought from my mind, but I couldn't undo the fact that I'd had the thought in the first place.

I should have written that down. - Dilbert

Clinical psychologists have proven that ordinary people will alter their memories of the past to make them fit their perceptions. It is the way all normal brains function under ordinary circumstances.

Inoltre ella non ricordava altro che di averlo sempre amato.

You bid me burn your letters. But I must forget you first.

Did I say that? One says so many things, and the problem is they all get written down.

The inability to remember is itself perhaps a memory.

Images of pain and distress, more memories of things I'd seen during the war and would rather have forgotten, rose to the surface of my mind. As long as I kept on walking they'd remain mixed and chaotic, like imperfectly recollected books and films; once I stopped they'd become unbearably organised.

When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.

I once knew a word I forget That mean "I am sorry we met And I wish you the same." It sounds like your name But I haven't remember that yet.