Unless we remember we cannot understand.

How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing...

It takes a day to fall in love and a lifetime to forget.

But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, “Majella!

Drawing things makes them seem more real and makes me feel more alive. It also makes me pin down and remember things – landscapes, season, weather, occasions, incidents, people – that would otherwise have melted...

Alcohol helps you to loosen up to make memories you won’t forget, and then it helps you to forget them completely.

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.

I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.

There is a hopeless longing for nostalgia that pervades the human soul, a return to the warm glow of remembrance or some imagined past.

We made love like Wednesday and Thursday, only Thursday wasn’t always on top. Her name was Yesterday, and today will always remind me of her.

(Quoting Goethe:)”We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverably for ourselves and for...

The psychoanalytic liberation of memory explodes the rationality of the repressed individual. As cognition gives way to re-cognition, the forbidden images and impulses of childhood begin to tell the truth that reason denies.

I still notice the burned house, mornings, when I walk along the beach. “Well, obviously I do not notice the house. What I notice is what remains of the house. One is still prone to...

…I had been with my father so constantly for so long that I knew less and less about him with every passing year. Every meaningful image was jumbled together with the countless moments of our...

I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your...

The desire for glory is no different from that instinct for preservation that is common to all creatures. It is as if we enhance our being if we can gain a place in the memory...

Some people would never forget certain people, a few people would remember everyone, and most of us would mostly be forgotten.

Yves. You are goint to love him all over again when you meet him, believe me. You’re married.’ ‘I’m what? But I can’t be more than eighteen!’ ‘My son is very persuasive,’ said Saul proudly.

The Greek word for “return” is nostos. Algos means “suffering.” So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.

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.

All the products of one period have something in common; the artists who illustrate the poetry of their generation are the same artists who are employed by the big financial houses. And nothing reminds me...

…but the loss of a memory, like the omission of a phrase during reading, rather than making for uncertainty, can lead to a premature certainty.

If a woman is given only a limited amount of time to spend with the man she loves, she endures the separation by constantly recalling and reliving every moment down to the finest detail.

Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.

One of the poets, whose name I cannot recall, has a passage, which I am unable at the moment to remember, in one of his works, which for the time being has slipped my mind,...

People like to warn you that by the time you reach the middle of your life, passion will begin to feel like a meal eaten long ago, which you remember with great tenderness.

I blushed. You haven’t seen a bald man in his sixties blush? Oh, it happens, just as it does to a hairy, spotty fifteen-year-old. And because it’s rarer, it sends the blusher tumbling back to...

I don’t think it’s anything we’ll store away in our memory banks for any reason. I think that when you start a playoff series, it’s like starting fresh. It’s seven games for everything.

A long memory and a long tongue are regular ole cronies

Excellent memories are often coupled with feeble judgments.

By having good memories on every place you just visit, you are building paradise in your own heart and your life.

The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive.

Now we wake up with our memoryand fix our gazes on that which was;whispering sweetness, which once coursed through us,sits silently beside us with loosened hair

Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment...

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember...

I wouldn’t have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

smell is one of the key to unlock our momories

One of the paradoxical and transformative aspects of implicit traumatic memory is that once it is accessed in a resourced way (through the felt sense), it, by its very nature, changes. Out of the shattered...

Nothing stands still, except in our memory.

A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The mirror brims with brightness; a bumblebee has entered the room and bumps against...

How prudently most men creep into nameless graves, while now and then one or two forget themselves into immortality.

The Memory of Running

Tonight I can smell the season the way it’s usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you’re used to it, when you’ve forgotten its smell, then there it is...

At the time he had closed in upon himself, denying her a place of entry. She was tenacious, aggressive as a lover, had tried to prise the pieces of him apart. Only when she failed...

Of what use was memory anyway than as a template for one’s most reassuring self-deceptions!

I think it was C.S. Lewis that asked, ‘Do not most people simply drift away?’. I’ve always been a reader and for the longest time that stuck with me because I was at war with...

Memory runs along deep, fixed channels in the brain, like electricity along its conduits; only a cataclysm can make the electrons rear up in shock and slide over into another channel. The human mind seems...

I don’t want to be memorized for everyone. I want to stay real,endless and inchangeable for my parents, kids and their descendants.

I wish I could have shown you that engineheart- the system of pieces and parts that moved us forward, that moves us forward still. One day, a few weeks after my son’s death, I took...

He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.