I got an image in my head that never got out. We see a great many things and can remember a great many things, but that is different. We get very few of the true...

I don’t write about what I know: I write in order to find out what I know.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.

Forget those things that aren’t worth remembering.

The past, which as always did not know the future, acted in ways that ask tobe imagined before they are condemned. Or even simplified.

Train your brain to gain.

Didn’t young people care what the generation before them had achieved? And if not, why had everyone gone through those grim difficult wartime years?

How small the cosmos (a kangaroo’s pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words!

I had this theory. It was based loosely on the unremarkable observation that the old are always looking back with longing while the young, with the same longing, look ahead. One man remembers what the...

Memory is the mother of all wisdom

The road wasn’t too friendly to us the last time. I’m already getting a bad memory. Hopefully, we’ll have a better response on the road overall than the last game and give ourselves a chance...

When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds....

There’s nothing like a re-creation of the event. Which is lucky. Think if one could fully remember perfume or kisses! How wearisome the reality of them would be!

He thought of his remembrance of Jordan, thought of how it hurt to even look at Isabelle and Clary. Without memory, they were lost. And nobody wanted someone they loved to be lost.

As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

My hate is stronger than the dimensions, stronger than memory, stronger than time. My hate is now the truest part of who I am.

You will die but the words you speak or spoke, will live forever.

Only those with no memory insist on their originality.

Except heaven is a hope , and eden is a memory .

You teach me, I forget. You show me, I remember. You involve me, I understand.

O may I join the choir invisibleOf those immortal dead who live againIn minds made better by their presence; liveIn pulses stirred to generosity,In deeds of daring rectitude…

There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.

The with is shorter than the without, but the with makes the without bearable, as the shadow of memory is long and bright. Let this be a lesson in love.

I loved her like elephants like remembering stuff. Those bastards just won’t let me forget and move on.

Each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins.

There hasn’t been anyone I can think of in recent memory that I have spent more time recruiting than Darin, which I think is a testament to how much I want to coach him and...

Mas lembro-me nitidamente dum outro receio que me apoquentava paralelamente: incomodava-me apanhar os outros numa indelicadeza, vê-los na necessidade de se justificarem, de se humilharem diante de mim . Entre ser humilhado ou ver os...

Stebuklas, kai jį patiri, niekuomet nėra pilnas, tik atmintis padaro jį tokiu.

The only thing I have left to remember her by is the scent of her perfume. I just broke into her car and stole the bottle.

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we’re old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner...

He was on her mind but she doesn’t let anyone stay for too long.

The thought of her gave me such a continual anguish that I could no more forget her than an aching tooth. It was involuntary, hopeless, compulsive. For years she had been the first thing I...

Anna woke with the wonderful feeling bad sleepers have when they know they have slept well. As if they have stolen something and got away with it. At these times the memories of what led...

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think...

Once upon a time, this idea of having a trained, disciplined, cultivated memory was not nearly so alien as it would seem to us to be today.

I prefer to rely on my memory. I have lived with that memory a long time, I am used to it, and if I have rearranged or distorted anything, surely that was done for my...

The more vast the amount of time we’ve left behind us, the more irresistible is the voice calling us to return to it. This pronouncement seems to state the obvious and yet it is false....

What business does memory have with time?

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.

The reality that I had known no longer existed. The places that we have known belong now only to the little world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. None of...

You can never replace someone you love like that. Eventually the memories won’t be so hard on you. With time, the memories will make you smile and you will be grateful for having them.

People will forget what you saidPeople will forget what you didBut people will never forget how you made them feel.

The power of things inheres in the memories they gather up inside them, and also in the vicissitudes of our imagination, and our memory–of this there is no doubt.

The day that I left my home, I had prayed that my children would forget me. I wanted to spare them the pain of remembering. But that night, as I crouched in the white mist,...

We enshrine things to memory very differently than we experience them in real time. The psychologist Daniel Kahneman has coined a couple of terms to make the distinction. He talks about the “experiencing self” versus...

Pegi just recorded “I Don’t Want to Talk About,” written by Danny Whitten, the original Crazy Horse guitar player and singer who’s all over Early Daze, an album of songs from the beginning of Crazy...

Life demands more thinking than remembering.

To remain vital, culture must be renewed in the minds of the members of every generation. Outsource memory, and culture withers.

Our nemesis is time, against which we have a single ally, memory, and even it betrays us.

I’ve allowed some of these points to stand, because this is a book of memory, and memory has its own story to tell. But I have done my best to make it tell a truthful...