Quotes About Recollection

I'm always pretty influenced by stuff from when we were younger.

Human beings have become so insensitive to daily life, they don't remember what happened five minutes back.

I meet hundreds of people, and I'm not going to remember them. But every single one of them will remember their interaction with me.

When I began to interview people from the '60s, my first question was always, 'What was your favorite record?'

Heard of her,' Hillary said, thinking back. 'Tall woman

No existen recuerdos más activos y vigorosos que aquellos que se esconden detrás del velo misterioso de la amnesia.

One doesn't remember one's own life chronologically, the way it happened, what was most important, or even what seemed most important. We are not in control of our memories. One doesn't own one's memories. One is owned by them.

My memories are a silent movie: I can put my old eyes on to see them, but my ears are deaf to them.

Pero donde más sufría era en la memoria

Unser bester Fotoapparat heißt Gedächtnis.

Il se trouve que je n'ai pas le choix : je dois me souvenir pour vieillir.

She could recall almost nothing of them. She tried a thousand times, but for the greater part that section of her memory was as smooth and numb as scar tissue. Sometimes, just sometimes, she convinced herself that she could remember stray images or impressions, but she could not describe them properly or make sense of them.

As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.

Some people don't like to remember," Vincent said. "Not even the good things?" "Especially not the good things.

Since I've retired, I sometimes not only don't know what day it is, or what month it is, I have trouble remembering what year it is. I can remember when I was six years old exactly what was happening, and I can't remember what happened yesterday.

If you want to keep your memories, you first have to live them.

When we recall the past, we usually find that it is the simplest things - not the great occasions - that in retrospect give off the greatest glow of happiness.

I have very little memory of my childhood, so as I raise my kids the memories come back in the most bizarre ways. Like you're singing your baby a song, and you don't know why you remember it, but somehow you do. You don't even know the tune, but you sing it anyway and think, How am I singing this song?

That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.

Before we go forward, we have to look back.

Memories always sting, don't they? The good ones most of all.

Junior year of high school. Ask Mom and Dad what they did yesterday, they won't remember. Ask them about anything from his youth, and it's like they studied replays at night. He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Got me.

Silly thought, but there you go. Memories, you see, hurt. The good ones most of all.

tilted her head, like a dog hearing a strange sound. "Does pain happen if you don't remember it?" Kat