Quotes About Recollection

Sure. Sure you have. I never forget a face.

Some memories battened onto a person's mind like evil leeches, and certain words could bring them instantly back to squirming, feverish life.

Remembering is organized for significance (not usefulness)

Life is a memory, then it is nothing. All law is writ in a seed.

Nostalgia... the blessing of a merciful memory.

Memories extend our lives backward through time, making them feel longer.

The concept of Time is but the span of our memory.

Memories. Created in a moment, remembered for a lifetime.

It's just that...without the memories, it's all meaningless.

Sometime we must visit old memories to make new ones.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

I've always love how food preserves a memory.

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

Hey John, I have an early version of The Last Hurrah you left in a class we shared back in 1994. I'd gladly return it to you.

If all we are allowed is hours, minutes, I want to be able to etch each of them on to my memory with exquisite clarity so that I can recall them at moments like this, when my very soul feels blackened.

Paul has heard stories of wartime brutality more appalling than anything he encountered while working in the NYPD; they are repeated with a clarity of recall that suggests they might have happened yesterday rather than decades ago. He has seen pain borne like a precious inheritance through the ages and writ large on the faces of those left behind.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something to me but had forgotten what it was.

I keep saying the words. Sometimes I think I dreamed it.

just in case you've forgotten what we look like

brief dry kisses, hugs, little more – would be swept aside in a hurried series of remembered moves and gestures.

Not too many professions out there that value forgetfulness. Prostitution, maybe. Politics, of course.

I memorized her automatically. I would appear in her guise tomorrow when I went back to visit that kid. Only naked.

Mais je veux me rappeler. Je veux me rappeler celui que j'ai été et que sont beaucoup d'autres.

If it upsets you better not recall it." --The Chalk Garden, a play by Enid Bagnold, 1953/1956