Quotes About Recollection

Passing time adds false memories and modifies real ones.

Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.

The present time is seldom able to fill desire or imagination with immediate enjoyment, and we are forced to supply its deficiencies by recollection or anticipation.

It's probably why I'm a short story writer. I tend to remember things in the past in narrative form, in story form, and I grew up around people who told stories all the time.

The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the instant when it can be recognized and is never seen again.

The work of memory collapses time.

We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well.

Do you know-I hardly remembered you? Hardly remembered me? I mean: how shall I explain? I-it's always so. Each time you happen to me all over again.

One never sees Paris for the first time; one always sees it again.

You don't need a time machine if you know how to remember.

You can remember the second and the third and the fourth time, but there's no time like the first. It's always there.

I remember swallowing my tooth up in a high chair, but I definitely don't remember the first time I played bass. It was like, back there!

Only people have been through that miserable time will recall the pass from their deep memory.

Smell is the closest thing human beings have to a time machine.

Fragrance takes you on a journey of time. You can walk down the street and pass someone and get taken back 20 years. It's very Proustian that way.

People don't remember you for all of the good things you do. They remember the time you blew a giant green snot bubble out your nose.

there was a time when these weren't memories.

That's it!" cried Fizban. "I remembered!" Suddenly the air was filled with strands of sticky, floating cobweb.

Pourquoi nier l'évidente nécessité de la mémoire?

My memory of men is never lit up and illuminated like my memory of women.

El recuerdo de los hombres nunca surge con esa deslumbrante luminosidad que acompaña al de las mujeres

Celui qui prétend se souvenir mot pour mot d'une conversation m'a toujours paru un menteur ou un mythomane. Il ne me reste jamais que des bribes, un texte plein de trous, comme un document mangé des vers. Mes propres paroles, même à l'instant où je les prononce, je ne les entends pas. Quand à celles de l'autre, elles m'échappent, et je ne me souviens que du mouvement d'une bouche à portée de mes lèvres. (p. 202-203)

we have forgotten who we ourselves are.

Sometimes the visionary aspect of any particular day comes to you in the memory of it, or it opens to you over time.