Quotes About Recollection

Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time... I think I've forgotten this before.

If I really like the smell of something - a piece of tar or my goddaughter's plastic doll - I put a tiny piece in a bottle with a label. I keep them in a fridge in my bathroom.

I cannot sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.

To be honest, I don't remember what happened in '95, '96 and '97. It was hard years. My memory is deleting.

I can't remember too much about the '80s, to be honest with you... I wish that weren't true, but it is.

I have a really bad memory, to be honest.

I actually don't remember Apollo 11 exactly because, at the time, I was five years old. The landing happened at night, and the walk on the moon happened at night eastern time, and I asked my parents; my mom said I was probably asleep, and so I just don't have any recollection. I do have recollection of the later missions to the moon.

What if a place could remember what had happened? What if a place could speak? What if that memory tripped us up in our daily lives?

To write a diary is to make a series of choices about what to omit, what to forget.

The trouble was that I failed to record so much , I wrote, but how could I have believed that if I tried hard enough, I could remember everything?

I hadn't remembered that in decades. That particular quiet.

I shivered again, remembering. I put the tip of one finger to my tongue. It tasted sharp—like vinegar, like blood. Like money.

I also don't have much memory of going to the counsellor who told me I was anxious. Actually, this is a common theme across all of my anxious episodes - very hazy recollections of every day details, like dates and locations, but sharp-as-tack memories of the theories and ruminations that accompanied the episodes. Anyone else experience the same?

All our memories are reconstructed memories. They are the product of what we originally experienced and everything that's happened afterwards.

Who will speak my name so I might taste eternity if no one knows i ever drew breath?

Memory is better than fact anyway, because it's created by feelings.

Yet all of his memories were fading like old photographs.

My memories are not of time but of times.

It's fragile what we know. It's gone every time we forget. Then someone has to learn it all over again.

A historian is battling all the time to remember as much as possible.

I can't remember, I wish I could remember the first time I bet on baseball.

What business does memory have with time?

I can't have composite characters. I can't attribute dialogue to someone based simply on my memory and not based on notes taken at the time that the words were spoken.