Quotes About Recollection

I tend to agree with the theory that if you want to keep a memory pristine, you must not call upon it too often, for each time it is revisited, you alter it irrevocably, remembering not the original impression left by experience but the last time you recalled it. With tiny differences creeping in at each cycle, the exercise of our memory does not bring us closer to the past but draws us further away.

I believe that photographs actually rob all of us of our memory.

If you want to keep a memory pristine, you must not call upon it too often, for each time it is revisited, you alter it irrevocably, remembering not the original impression left by experience but the last time you recalled it.

I do not remember my dreams of animals.

The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long.

Both expectations and memories are more than mere images founded on previous experience.

It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.

Memory and forgetfulness are as life and death to one another. To live is to remember and to remember is to live. To die is to forget and to forget is to die.

A friend who cannot at a pinch remember a thing or two that never happened is as bad as one who does not know how to forget.

Memory is the primary and fundamental power, without which there could be no other intellectual operation.

The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.

No mind is much employed upon the present recollection and anticipation fill up almost all our moments.

This parched evening seasons the night with remembrances of rain.

Sometimes I cannot tell who wrote what. That is upsetting. With some sections, I can remember the place and time I wrote them, but have no memory of the incidents described. Similarly, other sections refer to things I recall happening to me, but kne/o/w just as well I never wrote out. Then there are pages that, today, I interpret one way with the clear recollection of having interpreted them another at the last rereading.

A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket. Let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act of borrowing. Examine nature accurately, but write from recollection, and trust more to the imagination than the memory.

He also knew that whenever he recalled her kissing his cheek with such unqualified trust and acceptance, it was going to ache just a little in the vicinity of his heart. It ached now.

Our memories are filled with images that are doors into old scenes in our lives.

the more you understand your memory, the more inspired you'll be to improve it.

It's a beautiful paradox: In order to remember, we have to forget to some degree.

I will never forget that moments, or the moments that came after

Memory's a fickle thing. And sometimes we're doomed to repeat the things we've forgotten.

La memoria es una cosa caprichosa. Y a veces, estamos condenados a repetir las cosas que hemos olvidado.

It's not until you're older that you realise how important the things that happened to you when you were a kid are. Even things you only half remember.

I suppose we all tend to remember only the happiness from our childhood, as a sundial refuses to tell the time except in fine weather.