I’ve worked hard to remember it…The problem is I’m not sure what’s real memory and what’s my brain filling in details, like a guy whose heart stops and he thinks he sees a bright light....

He remembered how nice the kids at Camp Half-Blood had been to him after the war with Kronos. Great job, Nico! Thanks for bringing the armies of the Underworld to save us! Everybody smiled. They...

The pain, or the memory of pain, that here was literally sucked away by something nameless until only a void was left. The knowledge that this question was possible: pain that turns finally into emptiness....

As dye soaks fibres, drawn into them to change their colour forever, so does a memory, stinging or sweet, change the fibre of a man’s character.

My car is full of random stains.

Des années après que mon frère avait déserté ma chambre, après avoir mis en terre tous ceux qui m’étaient chers, j’offrai enfin à Simon la sépulture à laquelle il n’avait jamais eu droit. Il allait...

What the dead don’t know piles up, though we don’t notice it at first. They don’t know how we’re getting along without them, of course, dealing with the hours and days that now accrue so...

Is not the pastness of the past the more profound, the more legendary, the more immediately it falls before the present ?

If you are working on two things at once, you have to get the first thing out of your memory before you work on the next one. So you’re switching in and out.

We’ve tried to soak in every second this season. At this point, we’re just trying to make one last memory.

But what was good tween us must have been nothing but bodies, she say. Cause I don’t know the Albert that don’t dance, can’t hardly laugh, never talk bout nothing, beat you and hid your...

Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.

We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

I “dated” one boy and our song was “Faithfully” by Journey. Every time it played my body would turn electric, and I would stare out whatever window I was near and reminisce about experiences I...

We don’t forget…Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, smells of places, of little things...

Geschichten, das wusste Jude, waren wertvoll, denn sie halfen einem, die Welt zu verstehen. Sie lenkten von den wirklich schlimmen Dingen ab und manchmal, in den besten Fällen, ließen sie Hoffnung aufkeimen.

The double-crossed, might-have-been history of my country is not the study of what actually took place here: it’s the study of historians’ studies. . . .Memories are their own descendants masquerading as the ancestors of...

. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them.

We need falsifications to make the past inhabitable.

(…) compor meticulosamente o cadastro afetivo e o retrato fantástico-histórico de uma comunidade e de uma de suas remotas jornadas de meio século atras. E isso não com os instrumentos racionais, a ficha, o documento,...

People will know you for who you are, but will remember you for what you have done. True leaders make long lasting impacts!

Asides your power, passion and poise, what glues the posters of your impacts on memorial walls is how you treat those you need and those who need you.

When I die, remember to remove my body from the cooler before you start making the hunch punch. But by all means, do get drunk on my memory.

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.

Facts you can bend. Memories are much stronger things.

Three scents accompany my memories of this place: cut wood, poppy-seed bread, and the soft, crisp smell of snow.

There is not any memory with less satisfaction in it than the memory of some temptation we resisted

What is strange is that we may remember what we have done, but not always why we did it.

As she ran, a memory uncurled in her mind and spread out before her and it felt like she was running into the memory.

The ones who did it can always rationalize their actions and even forget what they did. They can turn away from things they don’t want to see. But the surviving victims can never forget. They...

sometimes the past is the best memories you lived ever cause it’ll never repeat again

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.

Our experiences and our memories are within us, and the key is to be aware of the lens or the filter, to realise that we can also change the angle, especially when we are feeling...

When you travel, take many photographs of the place to have a historical memories of the place.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

Memories are small prayers to God, if we believed in that sort of thing.

I am always a different man; a reinterpretation of the man I was yesterday, and the day before, and all the days I have lived. The past is gone, was always gone; it does not...

,,,we forget our good actions only slowly, and in fact never truly forget them.

But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful,...

This is going to be a for-real campaign for the first time in anyone’s memory and the stakes are high.

Een geboorte of een huwelijk mag dan een belangrijke gebeurtenis zijn, maar het garandeert geen plaats in het geheugen.’ De hersens, een zeef.’Knoop dat in uw oren: niets is zeker. Zeker is niets.

I don’t decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.

How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind...

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived,...

This seems to have been St. Augustine’s very notion of “memory,” not just nostalgia for some past moment, but connecting past, present, and future in one complete contemplative knowing.

88% of what we call good songs aren’t really good. They merely remind us of a good time we once had.

Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today, you get irritated if somebody...

Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.

Seandainya memori seperti kaset yang dapat berulang-ulang diputar kembali.

Infancy is irretrievable. Its memories live underground. To what extent they return by stealth or are triggered by various catalysts remains an ongoing question.