Memory Quotes

Distance has the same effect on the mind as on the eye.

Those moments when we learn that mothers rage and fathers kill, that friends betray and authority is...

...I looked out the window at walls of moonlit cloud rising beside us as though we we were at the bo...

A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket. Let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act ...

I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time....

You’re always making up stuff from the past,” she said. “And the stuff you imagine is always better ...

Our memory has no guarantees at all, and yet we bow more often than is objectively justified to the ...

I may be just an empty flesh terminal reliant on technology for all my ideas, memories and relations...

Once, in his first term, Cartwright had been bold enough to ask him why he was clever, what exercise...

Start with a blank surface. It doesn't have to be paper or canvas, but I feel it should be white. We...

I wouldn't have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand's reach of m...

Memory is the basis of every journey.

It was as if the body disdained memory... or refused the responsibility of it.

At the same moment a cold chill traced a finger down the middle of my back. Sometimes things come ba...

Some things you never forgot. She had come to believe that the very things the practical world dismi...

Writers remember everything...especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, ...

The memories: they are the reality.

At such times one sees everything and remembers it all. I know from personal experience. I wish I di...

Time's the thief of memory

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.

...so you have found me and would know the tale. When a poet speaks of truth to another poet, waht h...

Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things s...

Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.

But then comes a time when forgetting isn't possible. And I do mean a particular time when no amount...

So much of the past in encapsulated in the odds and ends. Most of us discard more information about ...

Strictly speaking, there is no such thing as collective memory--part of the same family of spurious ...

You're really going to do it, aren't you? You're really going to go back to war?" Gregor said. He co...

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

Arab civilizations had been of an abstract nature, moral and intellectual rather than applied; and t...

Footfalls echo in the memorydown the passage we did not taketowards the door we never openedinto the...

Though you forget the way to the Temple,There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you ma...

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

But nothing happened there now of a nature to provoke a disturbance. There were no complaints to the...

Laws of silence don't work....When something is festering in your memory or your imagination, laws o...

Laws of silence don’t work…. When something is festering in your memory or your imagination, laws of...

The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits so...

Memory takes a lot of poetic licence. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to th...

The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a m...

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.

That which is bitter to endure may be sweet to remember.

That which is bitter to endure may be sweet to remember.

That which is bitter to endure may be sweet to remember.

That which is bitter to endure may be sweet to remember.

That which is bitter to endure may be sweet to remember.

That which is bitter to endure may be sweet to remember.

That which is bitter to endure may be sweet to remember.

That which is bitter to endure may be sweet to remember.

Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is afterwards recalled to his mind's eye as sh...

English I remember I remember The house where I was born The little window where the sun Came pee...

Is not the pastness of the past the more profound, the more legendary, the more immediately it falls...

Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

There are places we fear, places we dream, places whose exiles we became and never learned it until,...

If you don't write it down, it never happened.Cathy (& Jack) Ryan

So - people a thousand years from now...This is the way we were: in our growing up and in our marryi...

Deep in Decemberit's nice to remember without a hurt the heart is hollow.

I was talking about time. It's so hard for me to believe in it. Some things go. Pass on. Some things...

Mind mapping is a technique based on memory and creativity and comprehension and understanding, so w...

The gates of memory would roll open—old joys would stretch out their arms to them, old hopes and dre...

Yes, the long memory is the most radical idea in this country. It is the loss of that long memory wh...

A complying memory has obliterated many of them and edited my childhood down to a brief cinematic bl...

Or maybe we'll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the...

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It exp...

If life has a base that it stands upon, if it is a bowl that one fills and fills and fills - than my...

These then are some of my first memories. But of course as an account of my life they are misleading...

We became six people at a table in Hampton Court. We rose and walked together down the avenue. In th...

I must be able to say, 'Percival, a ridiculous name'. At the same time let me tell you, men and wome...

It flattered her, where she was most susceptible of flattery, to think how, wound about in their hea...

I think it is all a matter of love the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes

A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a...

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

The more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping...

He could swear he did not look back, could not—by any optical chance, or in any prism—have seen her ...

But then what does it matter whence comes the gentle nudge that jars the soul into motion and sets i...

I remember a cartoon depicting a chimney sweep falling from the roof of a tall building and noticing...

For some reason, I kept seeing it—it trembled and silkily glowed on my damp retina—a radiant child o...

My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save f...

IphWas a larvorium and a violet:A grave in Reason's early spring. And yetIt missed the gist of the w...

I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.… Everything is ...

The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing wi...

How small the cosmos (a kangaroo's pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human ...

Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered j...

I may not know who I am, but I know where I am from.

In general the assumption of all of us, child or adult, was that this was a new country and that a n...

The work of memory collapses time.

To articulate what is past does not mean to recognize “how it really was.” It means to take control ...

Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experie...

Memory is not an instrument for surveying the past but its theater. It is the medium of past experie...

What has been forgotten.... is never something purely individual.

The important thing for the remembering author is not what he experienced, but the weaving of his me...