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...

I remember, in no particular order:—a shiny inner wrist;—steam rising from a wet sink as a hot frying pan is laughingly tossed into it;—gouts of sperm circling a plughole, before being sluiced down the full...

Childhood isn’t just those years. It’s also the opinions you form about them afterward. That’s why our childhoods are so long.

We have seen that there are two misconceptions involved in the myth that memory is a thing. One is that memory is a thing (a tangible structure rather than an abstract process) and the other...

…here we have the first lesson about the nature of memory: what you wish to forget, you may not be able to. What seems to have died, perhaps is just asleep. On the other hand,...

If you want to be able to recall everything and anything in detail,then you need to be strong enough to feel all bad memories as well.

Time — how it expands to fill the spaces you create; how it makes meagre experiences seem never-ending. Whenever he heard people talk about the ravages of time, about how it robbed and deprived, Justin...

Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.

When it comes to Jews, you have a two-thousand-year memory, but when it comes to us Palestinians, you have a sixty-year amnesia.

Once, in his first term, Cartwright had been bold enough to ask him why he was clever, what exercises he did to keep his brain fit. Healey had laughed.”It’s memory, Cartwright, old dear. Memory, the...

Algún día irás andando por el camino y oirás o verás algo. Con toda claridad. Y pensarás que eres tú la que está pensando. Una imagen pensada. Pero no. Es cuando tropiezas con un recuerdo...

Most people, probably, are in doubt about certain matters ascribed to their past. They may have seen them, may have said them, done them, or they may only have dreamed or imagined they did so.

I would have no need for the Memory Of Things past if those which were Present were more agreeable

I’m in my 40s and I’m constantly surprised by how much my childhood still plays a part in my life.

I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it’s gone.

Can we account for instinct?’ said Monte Cristo. ‘Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? — why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections — an idea which carries...

Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes—like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night—little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape...

I remembered during puberty, through the anorexic mists of intermittent menstrual cycles, that man, my father, lifting Shirley’s nightdress over her head and asking her in his mocking way to choose what colour condom she...

Wish for the best, prepare for the worst

We may just be specters in this world, but our stories, if they are remembered and retold, become real and solid and alive… Once you hear a story, it becomes part of you. It can’t...

You know, there’s a reason we can remember,” [Catarina] said more softly.”That’s much easier when your life has an expiration date.””It may be more important for us.

There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth.

Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They’re just an interpretation, they’re not a record, and they’re irrelevant if you have...

One measure of friendship consists not in the number of things friends can discuss, but in the number of things they need no longer mention.

People have an annoying habit of remembering things they shouldn’t.

Mr Earbrass was virtually asleep when several lines of verse passed through his mind and left it hopelessly awake. Here was the perfect epigraph for TUH:A horrid ?monster has been [something] delay’dBy your/their indiff’rence in...

And of the fact that every vision of the past is a vision of the blind

Nay! Alas for us all! And for all that walk in the world in these after-days. For such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is...

I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal torch‐light ; and, to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the remaining leaves of this volume…

He moved on down the alley, his feet walking forward and his brain swimming backward through a sea of time. It was a dark sea, much darker than the alley. The tide was slow and...

Not everyone who died had left a “memory” and not everyone who had left a memory had left a “blessed” one. Therefore, not all have died should be tagged “…of a blessed memory

The mistake we all make is in assuming anybody remembers anydamnthing from one day to the next. If that were true, we’d stop getting involved with approximately the same kind of wrong lover each time,...

Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.

This play is dedicated to the memory of Clarence Darrow, The Great Defender, whose mental frontiers were the four corners of the sky.

Do you remember what we just did? Please tell me you remember what we just did.”She briefly toyed with the idea of lying and saying no, just to see the look on his face, but...

I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but...

I think memory is the most important asset of human beings. It’s a kind of fuel; it burns and it warms you. My memory is like a chest: There are so many drawers in that...

The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember.

The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid’s lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. She fell asleep filled with sadness, but without regret.

A great memory does not make a mind, any more than a dictionary is a piece of literature.

Scars are just another kind of memory.

Sitting in his old schoolroom on the sofa with little cushions on the arms and looking into Natasha’s wildly eager eyes, Rostov was carried back into that world of home and childhood which had no...

We’re not friends, Mark,” I reply sadly. “We’re strangers with memories.

Mr. Trask, do you think the thoughts of people suddenly become important at a given age? Do you have sharper feelings or clearer thoughts now than when you were ten? Do you see as well,...

The story was always there and it wouldn’t go away. My memory was never silent.

His memory is perfectly clearand serves no good, no purposeat all. He has seen things before(the fly in the bottle,the indeterminate will).Santa Muerte, Saint Death,we pray to you to swallow our breath.

Photography is never real, it’s merely one of many ways of telling the truth.

Dissociation is the common response of children to repetitive, overwhelming trauma and holds the untenable knowledge out of awareness. The losses and the emotions engendered by the assaults on soul and body cannot, however be...