Memory Quotes

When I go out by the gateway, taking the road I drove along that first time I picked up Lotte for th...

So one can lose a good ideaby not writing it down, yet by losing it one can have it: it nourishes ot...

For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then ...

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little ...

This seems to me absolutely one of the quintessential things about the human condition. It’s what ac...

Time and memory are true artists they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire.

Time, I think, is like walking backward away from something: say, from a kiss. First there is the ki...

That brief walk was one of those moments he knew he'd remember and look back on, one of those moment...

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory f...

I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should ...

Losing you're co-remember meant losing the memory itself.

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember w...

People always talk like there's a bright line between imagination and memory, but there isn't, at le...

A great memory does not make a mind, any more than a dictionary is a piece of literature.

Your memory is a monster; you forget -it doesn't. It simply files thingsaway. It keeps things for yo...

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for yo...

Because who can describe the look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the fro...

The way you remember or dream about your loved ones - the ones who are gone - you can't stop their e...

Life," Garp wrote, "is sadly not structured like a good old-fashioned novel. Instead an end occurs w...

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,What can I do to kill it and be free?

Touch has a memory.

Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breedsAlong the pebbled shore of memory!Many old rotten-timber'...

Nothing is so admirable in politics as a short memory.

Let it be emphasized once more, and especially to anyone inclined to a personally rewarding skeptici...

Memory of the knife will be gone when the flesh is gone.

It's a long slow process for a human to die. We kill a cow, and it is dead as soon as the meat is ea...

Mr. Trask, do you think the thoughts of people suddenly become important at a given age? Do you have...

Well, a man's mind can't stay in time the way his body does.

I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and w...

It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me," said Lee, "that time gives much of anything but ye...

Memories are small prayers to God, if we believed in that sort of thing.

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.

And so it was when anyone tried to speak: their minds would become tangled in remembrance. Words bec...

Ferrari: How odd, Borges, it seems that we are talking constantly through memory. Sometimes, our con...

Useless to tell myself that a dreamand the memory of yesterday are the same thing

A circle drawn on a blackboard, a right triangle, a rhombus--all these are forms we can fully intuit...

Man's memory shapesIts own Eden within

Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscul...

We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors.

We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignora...

The gods weave misfortunes for men, so that the generations to come will have something to sing abou...

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.

Through memory we travel against time, through forgetfulness we follow its course.

There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.

A full moon, although less splendid than that earlier on,lit everything around. Before I reached the...

The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not,...

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do thi...

The Iraq War was the biggest issue for people of my generation in the West. It was also the clearest...

And I got to thinking about the moral meaning of memory, per se. And what it means to forget, what i...

When you are in your twenties, even if you're confused and uncertain about your aims and purposes, y...

For the point is this: not that myth refers us back to some original event which has been fancifully...

If a memory wasn't a thing but a memory of a memory of a memory, mirrors set in parallel, then what ...

He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but ...

Remember the botched brothel-visit in L’Education sentimentale and remember its lesson. Do not parti...

If you remember your past too well you start blaming your present for it. Look what they did to me, ...

But I don't remember. I won't remember. Memory is an act of will, and so is forgetting.

Though why should we expect age to mellow us? If it isn't life's business to reward merit, why shoul...

What is history? Any thoughts, Webster?''History is the lies of the victors,' I replied, a little to...

Was this their exact exchange? Almost certainly not. Still, it is my best memory of their exchange.

In my terms, I settled for the realities of life, and submitted to its necessities: if this, then th...

We live with such easy assumptions, don't we? For instance, that memory equals events plus time. But...

...I need to return briefly to a few incidents that have grown into anecdotes, to some approximate m...

Back then, things were plainer: less money, no electronic devices, little fashion tyranny, no girlfr...

Later on in life, you expect a bit of rest, don't you? You think you deserve it. I did, anyway. But ...

How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the l...

And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us of time's malleability. Some emotion...

What you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.

I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the i...

I blushed. You haven't seen a bald man in his sixties blush? Oh, it happens, just as it does to a ha...

I remember, in no particular order:—a shiny inner wrist;—steam rising from a wet sink as a hot fryin...

The archive of supposed photocopies (I.E. memory) actually offers up strange creatures; the green pa...

Memory weaves and traps us at the same time according to a scheme in which we do not participate: we...

Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.

(memory is) A strange echo, which stores its replicas according to some other acoustic than consciou...

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to repro...

It is my conviction that when events are forgotten, buried in the cellar of the page, they are no lo...

More fundamentally, I'm interested in memory because it's a filter through which we see our lives, a...

Memory, I realize, can be an unreliable thing; often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances in ...

Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. T...

What he wanted was not just to hear about Hailsham, but to remember Hailsham, just like it had been ...

But you play that passage like it's the -memory- of love. You're so young, yet you know desertion, a...

This country awakens so many memories, though each seems like some restless sparrow I know will flee...

But what is the sense in forever speculating what might have happened had such and such a moment tur...

Nos-tal-gic,’ Akira said, as though it were a word he had been struggling to find. Then he said a wo...

Only two weeks since he had left, and it was already happening. Time, blunting the edges of those sh...

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.

Childhood isn't just those years. It's also the opinions you form about them afterward. That's why o...

It is a long time ago. So many lives ago--I get them all confused, don’t you?

Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes a...

I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.

To my mind's eye, my buried memories of Brandham Hall are like effects of chiaroscuro, patches of li...

We forget because we must And not because we will.

The end of poetry is not to create a physical condition which shall give pleasure to the mind... The...

How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.

Sitting in his old schoolroom on the sofa with little cushions on the arms and looking into Natasha'...

Except for a couple of hours in the morning which I passed in the company of a sage I stayed in bed ...

And I'll dance with you in Vienna,I'll be wearing a river's disguise.The hyacinth wild on my shoulde...

Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence he is just u...

Just as food eaten without appetite is a tedious nourishment, so does study without zeal damage the ...

It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.