Memory is essential to who we are, and memories can be both implicit and explicit – unconscious and conscious.

Memory and Habit are attributes of the Time cancer. They control the most simple Proustian episode, and an understanding of their mechanism must precede any particular analysis of their application.

The defensive back has the shortest memory on the field. People are going to make some plays and you’re out there on an island so, the percentages are against you. You just try to win...

I step back further, until I feel cold tiles against my back. It is then I get the glimmer that I associate with memory. As my mind tries to settle on it, it flutters away,...

But maybe that’s what the dead do. They stay. They linger. Benign and sweet and painful. They don’t need us. They echo all by themselves.

I’ve changed my ways a little, I cannot nowRun with you in the evenings along the shore,Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment,You see me there.

I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.

Infinito —y no histórico— es Aquiles por su cólera y su amor, independientemente de que haya o no existido; como infinito será Cristo por su impracticable filosofía, regístrelo o no la Historia. Esas metáforas, esas...

Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of...

Every hour, Robert thinks, all over the globe, an infinite number of memories disappear, whole glowing atlases dragged into graves. But during that same hour children are moving about, surveying territory that seems to them...

I kissed my fingers,held my palm flat beside my mouth and blew it into the air that surrounded her memory. I closed my eyes, thinking this was one of those moments you see in movies...

Dissociation is characterized by a disruption of usually integrated functions of memory, consciousness, identity, or perception of the environment.

A name isn’t a person,’ Ga said. ‘Don’t ever remember someone by their name. To keep someone alive, you put them inside you, you put their face on your heart. Then, no matter where you...

History and memory share events; that is, they share time and space. Every moment is two moments.

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheerily waving good-bye to some at airports, knowing we’ll never...

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

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

Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory.

What have I kept of Rae Evans from the moment when she half stood behind her desk and held out her hand to shake mine? I think it is the impression of white–white face, white...

The cloudless day is richer at its close;A golden glory settles on the lea;Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool reposeTo mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,The soul to sweeter,...

A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you don’t find it, but something falls out at the...

Mänsklighetens minne är bristfälligt och orättvist, och våra äldsta och största välgörare ha vi glömt.

Tempers are temporary, but hateful and hurtful words can be remembered forever. Leave a legacy of love and say only kind things.

Even after everyone had gone home, the house was filled with the good time they’d had, as if it could linger in the air like the voices and music lingered in memory. Mina wrapped the...

She could sense it very clearly: for me, no less than for her, the past counted far more than the present, remembering something far more than possessing it. Compared to memory, every possession can only...

Until we begin to wipe off the bitter memories from womb of our mind, we’ll be living in the prison of embitterment

There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost.

But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory’s fog is rising.

His mind turned, gradually comprehending, memories flooding his awareness that were not his own: memories from the timelessness before the Being within him had fallen into this body; of a Homeworld and a Consortium of...

I remember only what interests me.

His mind floated in the amniotic fluid of memory, listening for echoes of the past. His father, meanwhile, had no idea that such a vivid scene was burned into Tengo’s brain or that, like a...

You wanted to believe that getting older, growing up, would change everything, transform you into the amazing person you were meant to be. But what if it didn’t? What if you had to stay you...

Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.

Aristotle was convinced that a trained memory helped the development of logical thought processes.

We forget more than we remember, we lose more than we find.

Time thins the cloth of memory. As the ages pass, its rich colors fade. Strong wool is beaten by the elements until the pattern of its lesson disintegrates, leaving holes in the truth it was...

In the darkness of night,Demons strut, taunting, goading.In the light of day,Angels sing glorious songs.In the time in between,We live our lives alone and searching.And sometimes, softly,You understand damnation.All is forgotten, all is lost,All but...

We look at the world once, in childhood.The rest is memory.

You may forget the one with whom you have laughed, but never the one with whom you have wept.

But since the facts which I should then have recalled would have been prompted only by an exercise of the will, by my intellectual memory, and since the pictures which that kind of memory shews...

As Mary Grannon, the beloved Mary of The Canadian Broadcasting Corporation’s ‘Just Mary’ hour says:So many parents are clinging to some favorite story in their own youth and measuring all children’s material by it—forgetting what...

Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.

Memory is like a curse. We fall into eternity, and memory is a weight that keeps pulling us to where we can never go back to.

Remembering the past always comes with an image or a view attached.

If a memory wasn’t a thing but a memory of a memory of a memory, mirrors set in parallel, then what the brain told you now about what it claimed had happened then would be...

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain,I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane,Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole,But now...

I bet you think fellas are the ones to remember a girl — don’t you?”He shook his head hurriedly, that he’d always thought that.”Fellas have all the fun ‘n she just sees one right after...

Mozart liked to write letters while on the loo. He wrote, “I think it only fitting to write while shitting.” This gave me the idea of, “I think it only fitting to read while …”...

It was a hard time. It was something I would love to erase from my memory.

…someone ought to invent a tool, a kind of plane to shave the lies away from stories and deception away from memories. I’m a collector of shavings.