Memory Quotes
Later on in life, you expect a bit of rest, don't you? You think you deserve it. I did, anyway. But then you begin to understand that the reward of merit is not life's business.
Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.
I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then like an oyster we create a pearl around them.
The thing with giving up is you never know. You never know whether you could have done the job. And I'm sick of not knowing about my life.
Since we live in the heads of those who remember us, we lose control of our lives and become who they want us to be.
Ture stories can't be told forward, only backward. We invent them from the vantage point of an ever-changing present and tell ourselves how they unfolded.
You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.
I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.
Let the past be content with itself, for man needs forgetfulness as well as memory
The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness. Good thing we have other people to help us remember.
We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.
Yes, my first memory of singing, in general, was of a Christmas song. And then listening to Christmas music was really the first music I was ever connected to.
If we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day.
Have a short memory and a lot of forgiveness. Especially us girls who don't forget a thing. Move on.
Alas! how little does the memory of these human inhabitants enhance the beauty of the landscape!
What we perceive as the present is the vivid fringe of memory tinged with anticipation.
remembering is a great invention of the mind, and if you try hard enough you can remember anything, whether it really happened or not.
It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment.
There is a sharp distinction between what is remembered, what is told and what is true.
Sometimes you can’t let go of the past without facing it again.
To the extent that experience is the sum of our memories and wisdom the sum of experience, having a better memory would mean knowing not only more about the world, but also more about myself.
It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.
We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.
Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.
A raznochinets needs no memory—it is enough for him to tell of the books he has read, and his biography is done.
As I like to say, the entire collective memory of the species - that means all known and recorded information - is going to be just a few keystrokes away in a matter of years.
No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.
The memory of my own suffering has prevented me from ever shadowing one young soul with the superstition of the Christian religion.
