Memory Quotes

Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never ...

Continents of memory had been lost.

People's lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they can't t...

People who care nothing for their country's stories and songs,' he said, 'are like people without a ...

Dimly--at first wary that it was merely a dislodged fragment of the dream--she remembered Resurgam. ...

Believe me, there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory... Everything is f...

Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the ...

But memory is less disposed to compromise

Tarrou had "lost the match," as he put it. But what had he, Rieux, won? No more than the experience ...

How did I picture the life after the grave? I fairly bawled out at him: "A life in which I can remem...

Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today's events

Every man's memory is his private literature.

There's nothing like a re-creation of the event. Which is lucky. Think if one could fully remember p...

If you want to draw some advantage from your history, you must accept not only this miracle but also...

Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your m...

Woe to that nation whose literature is cut short by the intrusion of force. This is not merely inter...

We don't forget...Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes ...

She knew that she had a tendency to allow her mind to wander, but surely that's what made the world ...

Where beams of imagination play,The memory's soft figures melt away.

A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

If it were not my purpose to combine barbarian things with things Hellenic, to traverse and civilize...

MY GOD!' read Monte Cristo, 'LET ME KEEP MY MEMORY!

Can we account for instinct?' said Monte Cristo. 'Are there not some places where we seem to breathe...

Without realizing that the past is constantly determining their present actions, they avoid learning...

Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually u...

But what was good tween us must have been nothing but bodies, she say. Cause I don't know the Albert...

People like my grandmother, who have no home but in memory, learn to be very skilled in the art of r...

I could not persuade her that a place does not merely exist, that it has to be invented in one's ima...

Memory deludes me. I have just remembered something that I completely forgot after it happened. I re...

You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.

I was a really good waitress. Waitressing takes a certain gusto. You need a good memory and an abili...

You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

What is the past but what we choose to remember?

After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the d...

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the d...

I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches s...

Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.

I do not want to recollect. I should be afraid of preventing the future and of allowing the past to ...

Nothing thwarts happiness so much as the memory of happiness.

Memory is the grid of meaning we impose on the random and bewildering flux of the world. Memory is t...

Those were her best days, although there was always something feckless about her, something so slack...

Memory is more indelible than ink.

Ten long trips around the sun since I last saw that smile, but only joy and thankfulness that on a t...

I want to be able to remember it all, not just the books but the newsrooms and the playgroups and th...

perhaps you know that Ingeborg Bachmann poemfrom the last years of her life that begins"I lose my sc...

Remember that you own what happened to you. If your childhood was less than ideal, you may have been...

Perhaps this is the most important thing for me to take back from beach-living: simply the memory th...

Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation.

Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory ...

Last year I had a very unusual experience. I was awake, with my eyes closed, when I had a dream. It ...

I had a head for religious ideas. They were the first ideas I ever encountered. They made other idea...

A child is asleep. Her private life unwinds inside skin and skull; only as she sheds childhood, firs...

Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination can meet memor...

The danger of memory is that it can turn anyone into a prophet.

Only one who loves can remember so well.

Classifying depression as an illness serves the psychiatric community and pharmaceutical corporation...

Time is ungovernable, but grief presents us with a choice: what do we do with the savage energies of...

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

We must always have old memories and young hopes.

What is human memory?" Manning asked. He gazed at the air as he spoke, as if lecturing an invisible ...

I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.

The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always.

Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where ev...

There are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot - that sit on dusty shelves like stuf...

Each spine was an encapsulated memory, each book represented hours, days of pleasure, of immersion i...

one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my ...

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the...

I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were m...

You, whom I have always loved and never found, you whom I expected to see at the end of the rails be...

Hope has a good memory, gratitude a bad one.

Memory is not only unruly, leaving us in the lurch when most needed, but stupid as well, putting its...

One should cultivate good habits of memory, for it is capable of making existence a Paradise or an I...

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.

It is, I think, the rarest of leisure, hard work mixed with hard pleasure, to refine one's time of d...

Stories do not give instruction, they do not explain how to love a companion or how to find God. The...

Memory of all the powers of the mind is the most delicate and frail.

If you would be remembered, write a book worth the reading or live a life worth the writing about.

Few things are more deceptive than memories.

Inside the museums, | Infinity goes up on trial | Voices echo this is what salvation must be like af...

The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.

Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker

Memory: Recognizing the value of an alert mind and an alert memory, I will encourage mine to become ...

The feeling of loathing had as yet no permanence or strength in the dog’s soul. The newly awakened j...

I came to dedicate my life to opening space to the average person and crafting designs for new space...

Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes—like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night...

You are speaking...as if the pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing... ...

A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered.

By remembering it too often I have blurred the memory itself.

After Abalyn said what she said, I panicked. Someone tells me I can't remember what I definitely do ...

I began keeping diaries after they locked Rosemary up at Butler and I went to live with Aunt Elaine ...

Reunion with the mother is a siren call haunting our imagination. Once there was bliss, and now ther...

We are the only species on the planet, so far as we know, to have invented a communal memory stored ...

To live in the hearts we leave behind is to live forever.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

[In] everyday life, it is very rare that we are confronted with new facts about events of long ago. ...

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for k...

Without further ado I left the place, finding my route by the marks I had made on the way in. As I w...

We seem to live in a world where forgetting and oblivion are an industry in themselves and very, ver...

Those places where sadness and misery abound are favoured settings for stories of ghosts and apparit...