Quotes About Recollection

Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance.

For there clings to him something that often overwhelms us— memory, a recollection that whatever we're striving for now was once closer and truer, and that its union with us was incredibly tender. Here, everything is distance; There, is was breath.

Maya dice que nada desaparece para siempre, que incluso las paredes conservan los pensamientos y las acciones de lo que ocurre en su interior. Todo queda grabado, capa sobre capa.

No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.

All of us have photographic memories, but spend a lifetime learning how to block off the things that are really in there.

Para qué recordar lo que no me sirve?

Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile gripped by his face muscles, in the dark. It never went away, that smile, it never ever went away, as long as he remembered.

Funny, how funny, not to remember where or when you met your husband or wife.

for he remembered last week and the two white stones staring up at the ceiling and the pump-snake with the probing eye and the two soap faced men with the cigarettes moving in their mouths when they talked.

I remember. Montag clung to the earth. I remember. Chicago. Chicago, a long time ago. Millie and I. That's where we met! I remember now. Chicago. A long time ago.

A writing may be lost; a lie may be written; but what the eye has seen is truth and remains in the mind!

I thought his memory was like the other memories of the dead that accumulate in every man's life,—a vague impress on the brain of shadows that had fallen on it in their swift and final passage. . .

We could not understand, because we were too far and could not remember

I said; 'his example too. Yes, his example. I forgot that.' 'But I do not. I cannot—I

Youth' is a feet of memory. It is a record of experience.

recollect thee now That thou this very day hast drunk of Lethe;

Memory is a class of thoughts which takes as its object something already experienced.

where are the snowdens of yesteryear?

Now, where were we? Read me back the last line." " 'Read me back the last line,' " read back the corporal who could take shorthand.

Now, where were we? Read me back the last line.' 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take shorthand. 'Not my last line, stupid!' the colonel shouted. 'Somebody else's.' 'Read me back the last line.' read back the corporal. 'That's my last line again!' shrieked the colonel, turning purple with anger. 'Oh, no, sir,' corrected the corporal. 'That's my last line. I read it to you just a moment ago. Don't you remember, sir? It was only a moment ago.

Even people who were not there remembered vividly exactly what happened next.

My memory from today on is improving in every department. I shall always remember whatever I need to know at every moment of time and point of space. The impressions received will be clearer and more definite. I shall retain them automatically and with ease. Whatever I wish to recall will immediately present itself in the correct form in my mind. I am improving rapidly every day, and very soon my memory will be better than it has ever been before.

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since

something echoes all forgotten dreams