Quotes About Recollection

Of all liars, the smoothest and most convincing is memory

Nietzsche tended to equate the memorable with the painful.

My memory stirred.

Only when he was working on his second glass did he remember to offer me some of this potable aqua regia.

No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.

Where I went in my travels, it's impossible for me to recall. I remember the sights and sounds and smells clearly enough, but the names of the towns are gone, as well as any sense of the order in which I traveled from place to place.

Music has that power to revive memories, sometimes so intensely that they hurt.

The world [...] an endless battle of contrasting memories.

All of a sudden out of nowhere I can bring back things I haven't thought about for years. It's pretty interesting. Memory is so crazy! It's like we've got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we just keep forgetting, one after the other.

As time passes, memory, inevitably, reconstitutes itself.

Memory works in different ways for everybody. Different capacities, different directions, too. Sometimes memory helps you think, sometimes it impedes. Doesn't mean it's good or bad. Probably means it's no big deal.

Memory can give warmth to time.

It was the age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me.

The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too soon needed ten, then thirty, thena full minute...

As you may know, in this Town, memory is unreliable and uncertain. There are things we can remember and things we cannot remember.

Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene I hardly paid it any attention. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression.

Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail.

Or maybe the ... shock of it started me covering up all kinds of memories the way a squirrel hides a nut and forgets where he's buried it.

You can hide memories, suppress them, but you can't erase the history that produced them

as individuals each of us is extremely isolated, while at the same time we are all linked by a prototypical memory.

I wish memory were a more steady, more physical artifact. It's just a breeze, or a scent barely detected and fading.

Once you've met someone you really never forget them; it just takes a while for your memory to return