We live with such easy assumptions, don’t we? For instance, that memory equals events plus time. But it’s all much odder than this. Who was it said that memory is what we thought we’d forgotten?...

When we think of the past it’s the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.

Samsung has placed price pressure on Intel in flash memory. When Intel raised flash prices last year, Samsung was a big beneficiary,

For me, time does not seem to pass; rather, it surrounds me. Thus I do not feel removed from memories, nor do they lose their intensity. I have keen recollections not because I have a...

More than anything, this place feels familiar. I bury my hands in the hot sand and think about the embodiment of memory or, more specifically, our natural ability to carry the past in our bodies...

Happy Birthday!” The smell of cake and the sound of feet under the table. I awake in a body that’s too big. I also dream in motion and sensation. My father’s boat and the snore...

I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.

It is also true that memory sometimes comes to him as a voice. It is a voice that speaks inside him, and it is not necessarily his own. It speaks to him in the way...

Your words crossed a threshold,And entered the past,Yet they have created,A word that will last.

Memory takes a lot of poetic licence. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. The interior is...

She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand’s reach of memory.She doubted if they all sensed it – they had seen the world – but even George...

Some people say the rain with no purpose and others say with memories and wishes

Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is afterwards recalled to his mind’s eye as she appeared in one particular scene, which seems ordained to be her special medium of manifestation throughout...

I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.… Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.

I must have been very young but I have a clear memory of drawing on a cream brick wall ? with wax crayons.

When a memory fails to appear, it seems as though the time when it was created did not really exist, and maybe that is true. Time itself is nothing; only the experience of it is...

Nature never remembers, that’s why she’s beautiful.

Only one who loves can remember so well.

Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker

Perhaps it was smartest, after all, to collar your memories and isolate them, sedating the irascible ones, banishing the grotesques, systematizing the rest; maybe coaxing a lion into a wheeled cage on occasion and pulling...

The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse. (Le souvenir des morts – Est bien un bon remords)

…no moment cares, and the ones you wish could stretch out like a hammock for you to lie in, well, those moments leave the quickest and take everything good with them, little burglars, those moments,...

It is, I think, the rarest of leisure, hard work mixed with hard pleasure, to refine one’s time of deep thought or light regard into the utterly self-absorbed and equally and abundantly outward-seeking shape of...

There is a point in the future where even the worst disaster starts to settle into an anecdote.

Love is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you’ll never forget the sound of her voice.

A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away.

I was sad to leave, but I was also pleased to have met people outside of Sierra Leone. Because if I was to get killed upon my return, I knew that a memory of my...

Hide things everywhere. Forget about them. Find them randomly and feel surprised like a pirate finding buried treasure. Avoid scurvy. Love more.

The magic of love is that it becomes our memory which we never can forget.

Two butterflies in two socks could walk faster than I can run. A love song will jog your memory like I jog like Roger Bannister in a wheelchair.

Love allows us to remember the joy, and forget the pain. That’s why I write things down, to help me remember.

But the remembering is imperfect; the instructions for which neurons need to be gathered and how exactly they need to fire are weak and degraded, leading to a representation that is only a dim and...

Ficámos de novo sem assunto. Olhei à minha volta. O branco é triste como o negro, nunca antes o tinha sentido. (…) Não lhe acariciei a mão, nem lhe pus a minha sobre a testa,...

when a language dies, a way of understanding the world dies with it, a way of looking at the world.

You know what I think?” she says. “That people’s memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn’t matter as far as the...

May you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.

Time flies by so fast, I wish I can go back

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

We savour on great memories of happy times.

How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?

Monotony collapses time; novelty unfolds it. You can exercise daily and eat healthily and live a long life, while experiencing a short one. If you spend your life sitting in a cubicle and passing papers,...

He couldn’t remember the last time human hands had willingly touched him. Not true. Miranda had. She had touched him as if he were just a man. He had lived on those moments ever since,...

The concept of Time is but the span of our memory.

In the coastal strains of music full of lovers hopes and dreams upon, wearing only warmth, fresh scent of the ocean and delightfully joyous smile…I look deep in your dark gloomy ochi ‘cross the oceans...

For with the perturbations of memory are linked the intermittencies of the heart.

The being that I shall be after death has no more reason to remember the man I have been since my birth than the latter to remember what I was before it.

I used to think that once you really knew a thing, its truth would shine on forever. Now it’s pretty obvious to me that more often than not the batteries fade, and sometimes what you...

But then, not long after, in another article, Loftus writes, “We live in a strange and precarious time that resembles at its heart the hysteria and superstitious fervor of the witch trials.” She took rifle...

She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.

Concepts of memory tend to reflect the technology of the times. Plato and Aristotle saw memories as thoughts inscribed on wax tablets that could be erased easily and used again. These days, we tend to...