Quotes About Recollection

I sometimes doubt whether even the friends whose kind thoughts turned downwards me that evening from the distant South and West could realize how cheerful is the recollection of the Christmas spent in the solitude and cold of the desert.

Then she remembered.

and he said her name to fill the space of five years.

He wrote Véra sheepishly: "Something has happened (only don't be angry). I can't remember (for God's sake, don't be angry!) I can't remember (promise that you won't be angry), I can't remember your telephone number." He knew it had a seven in it, but the rest had entirely escaped him.

every part contained a memory of the other parts it was directly attached to.

Something peculiar is happening to my head. I remember that my father was Barnaby, but I had another named Balaton. Unless that's a lake in Albania.

It could simply have taken a procedure that didn't consist of words. As a fixed memory trace it's a protein structure. Like the head of a spermatozoon, or an ovum. After all, in the brain there aren't any words, feelings, the recollection of a person is an image written in the language of nucleic acids on megamolecular asynchronous crystals.

It's like my very first memory, which I guess is the first time I was aware that I was alive.

I was looking at the old photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took that photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.

For me," he says, "the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew." In a new poem, he wrote, he "meets himself coming home.

The memory of pain soon goes, the memory of pleasure lingers, that is one of life's happier truths.

Why do we remember the past but not the future? The

Passing time adds false memories and modifies real ones.

Memory is the basis of every journey.

I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.

A person's memory is everything, really. Memory is identity. It's you.

There were no ghosts. Only memory.

The stories we hear in our childhood are the ones we remember all our lives.

Nothing screws with memory like repetition.

We all remember our pleasant dreams more clearly than the scary ones.

It was a moment he remembered for years after, as though a special small slice had been cut from the cake of time. If nothing fires between two people, such an instant simply falls back into the general wrack of memory.

Are you still forgetting things? I don't know, I can't remember, I said.

Time is a thief of memory

It was as if the body disdained memory... or refused the responsibility of it.