Quotes About Recollection

Memories cool to different temperatures at different speeds.

remember the metallic sound and taste of all of it. And the outrage.

I will not forget this one moment in my life, she promised herself

The patient cannot remember the whole of what is repressed in him, and what he cannot remember may be precisely the essential part of it.. He is obliged to repeat the repressed material as a contemporary experience instead of remembering it as something in the past.

Where does a thought go when it's forgotten?

In inconstient, nimic nu ia sfarsit, nu trece, nu se uita

Desde que superamos o erro de achar que nosso habitual esquecimento significa uma destruição do traço mnemônico, tendemos à suposição contrária de que na vida psíquica nada que uma vez se formou pode acabar, de que tudo é preservado de alguma maneira e poder ser trazido novamente à luz em circunstâncias adequadas, mediante uma regressão de largo alcance, por exemplo.

Whole scenes of your life can slip away forever if you don't put them down in ink.

Moments recalled like friends. It was that way or another. We're fairly certain either way. Stories. They are with us. Time doesn't forsake. It doesn't soothe or decrease. Never.

I had had a general sort of idea that the life I had behind me was a landscape in which I could wander as I pleased, gradually exploring its winding and its hidden valleys. No. I could repeat names and dates, just as a schoolboy can bring out a carefully learned lesson on a subject he knows nothing about. And at long intervals there arose worn, faded images, as abstract as those in my old French history: they stood out arbitrarily, against a white background.

And drawers started opening in my brain, drawers I hadn't opened in years, and I was slamming them shut again but bits of memory kept coming, a voice here, a scream there.

Funny how memories come back - sometimes in dribs and drabs, sometimes in enormous sweeps.

I still remember Mum. Kind of. I have dim splashes of memory like an unfinished watercolor.

You, who are so observant, will no doubt concede the generalization that people divide into two large classes, those who live mainly in hope and those who live mainly in recollection.

The girl made an impression on me, and I forgot her; the other made no impression, and her I can remember.

My first memory is of light -- the brightness of light -- light all around.

That's the problem with lying. You can never remember what you've said.

The flames of our memories keep us alive!

Looking at old photographs inundates you with a flood of nostalgic emotions! And you can't be sure where you want to swim in the deluge of memories!

A life without memory is no life at all

Memories, like everything else, are momentary.

People usually forget 90 percent of what they learn in a class within 30 days. He further showed that the majority of this forgetting occurs within the first few hours after class.

People usually forget 90 percent of what they learn in a class within 30 days. And the majority of this forgetting occurs within the first few hours after class.

We don't always know when or why, but these memories come back to us, reminders of what we did and who we were in another time.