The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.

Ich hab’ noch einen Koffer in Berlin.

Memories rob us of the present.

Gonzaga was the kind of place you’d not even think about loving until you’d left it for a couple of years.

Islands of memory begin to rise above the river of his life. At first they are little uncharted islands, rocks just peeping above the surface of the waters. Round about them and behind in the...

Often, as she leafed through the sticky, plastic-coated pages, spotting herself with a frizzy perm or wearing a loud, printed blouse, she was struck by how long life was, and how much time had passed,...

Our memory fragments don’t have any coherence until they’re imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.

There is no possibility of remembering what has been found and understood, and later repeating it to oneself. It disappears as a dream disappears. Perhaps it is all nothing but a dream.

…I looked out the window at walls of moonlit cloud rising beside us as though we we were at the bottom of some, gray and ivory canyon, hung above the moon-smashed sea…But, with whatever hindsight,...

We’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something...

The issues and challenges surrounding nuclear non-proliferation are continuously evolving. They’ve changed dramatically at several junctures in recent memory.

My earliest memory is nursing and struggling to see the colored lights making up the map of the world, the famous backdrop for Larry King’s TV show. There’s an ‘I-want-to-do-all-things-at-once’ kind of theme to it.

Strictly speaking, there is no such thing as collective memory–part of the same family of spurious notions as collective guilt. But there is collective instruction….What is called collective memory is not a remembering but a...

Wspomnienie nie dawało mu spokoju. Można je było wytrzymać przez chwilę i to tylko z perspektywy nieuleczalnej choroby, w wyraźnym przeczuciu nadchodzącej śmierci.

Reiko had not kept a diary and was now denied the pleasure of assiduously rereading her record of the happiness of the past few months and consigning each page to the fire as she did...

But memory is less disposed to compromise

I don’t believe everything happens for a reason. But I still search for reasons anyway. It’s like I don’t want to admit that maybe everything really is totally random…that people are just molecules in the...

Lesen ist eine Erinnerungsarbeit, bei der wir durch Geschichten in den Genuss der vergangenen Erfahrungen anderer kommen, als wären es unsere eigenen.

Consult your memory to know what matters most in your life.

If you never tell anyone the truth about yourself, eventually you start to forget. The love, the heartbreak, the joy, the despair, the things I did that were good, the things I did that were...

Perhaps my sense of reality is not very highly developed, perhaps I lack a sound and reassuring instinct for the solid facts of our earthly existence; I can’t always tell memories from dreams, and often...

Memory is the grid of meaning we impose on the random and bewildering flux of the world. Memory is the line we pay out behind us as we travel through time–it is the clue, like...

(I)n memory, remorse wraps the self.

Hesitantly, I touched the stump where my finger used to be. In my mind, something almost remembered itself, but the fumes of turpentine were making me a little lightheaded; whatever memory was on the verge...

The issues Miss Quested had raised were so much more important than she was herself that people inevitably forgot her.

The Gentle GardenerI’d like to leave but daffodils to mark my little way,To leave but tulips red and white behind me as I stray;I’d like to pass away from earth and feel I’d left behindBut...

Until now, it’s been assumed that people with high capacity visual working memory had greater storage, but actually it’s about the bouncer — a neural mechanism that controls what information gets into awareness.

Sometimes I long to forget… It is painful to be conscious of two worlds.

What you see is not what wee se. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.

I can’t believe you don’t remememember my name.

Only with steadfast memories can we now be strong so as to undo the mistakes of the past, to begin anew and build from the rubble of their betrayal…

Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.

If one wishes to be instructed–not that anyone does–concerning the treacherous role that memory plays in a human life, consider how relentlessly the water of memory refuses to break, how it impedes that journey into...

Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor...

Of course, thanks to the house, a great many of our memories are housed, and if the house is a bit elaborate, if it has a cellar and a garret, nooks and corridors, our memories...

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

Each memory was now the shadow of a shadow of a shadow. The only thing that remained tangible to him was the sense of absence.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

Memory has strange power keeps full data of the past.

A great memory is never made synonymous with wisdom, any more than a dictionary would be called a treatise.

Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade.

There is a sharp distinction between what is remembered, what is told and what is true.

A lot we have in our head,But things of heart are not yet dead,They have done none, but just fled,Out of us, Forgotten, just been bled..

A curiosity: my name, Rem, will someday come to mean a line of text in a language spoken only by machines. Specifically, it will mean a line that the machines can safely ignore–one that’s only...

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond...

A word of warning here. The events as you remember them will never be the same in your memory once you have turned them into a memoir. For years I have worried that if I...

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

And anyway, the anticipation was always worse than the thing itself – the anticipation and the memory, of course. And the anticipation of the memory was maybe the worst part of all.

Amicitiae nostrae memoriam spero sempiternam fore