Memory Quotes

A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by...

I know now that what is tragic isn’t the moment. It is the memory.

The voice is raised, and that is where poetry begins. And even today, in the prolonged aftermath of ...

Let the past be content with itself, for man needs forgetfulness as well as memory

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

She has a memory of trees and fields and nothing more.

If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory...

...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear,...

Hold childhood in reverence, and do not be in any hurry to judge it for good or ill. Leave exception...

But I can't see anything any more: however much I search the past I can only retrieve scraps of imag...

certain details, somewhat curtailed, live in my memory. But I don't see anything anymore: I can sear...

Perhaps this is how it is--life flowing smoothly over memory and history, the past returning or not,...

Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the ...

The music of life would be mute if the chords of memory were snapped asunder.

The secret of food lies in memory - of thinking and then knowing what the taste of cinnamon or steak...

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract.

He felt his presence on earth being denied, even as he stood there. He was forbidden access; the pas...

Life is a movement, a constant movement in relationship; and thought, trying to capture that movemen...

Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.

That's the life, she said to me, as we watched a puppy chase its own tail. That's what I want to be ...

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wis...

Every life has a sound

If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase--not just the practical things, like clothing, bu...

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces b...

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...