You’re bigger than I remember,” she said stupidly.”You too,” he said. “I also remember that you were beautiful.””Memory does play tricks on us.””No. Your face is the same, but I don’t remember what beautiful means...

The problem with memories is they get more valuable with time, and the places we keep them get weaker with age.

when it comes to youit belongs to youand, when it belongs to you, it is your.Take care of your challenges

There are places we fear, places we dream, places whose exiles we became and never learned it until, sometimes, too late.

I’m back in the basement of the Ascension Catholic Church, Francisco. And Little Suzie is here. She’s lying on an alter, and they’re hurting her. The bastards. They’re hurting her. There is blood all over...

Put out my eyes, and I can see you still;slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;and without any feet can go to you;and tongueless, I can conjure you at will.Break off my...

It is getting dark. In the low mists over the hills, an orange glow broods, as if the trees are on fire. Bats are flooding out from the hundreds of caves that perforate these mountainsides....

Memory is imagination in reverse.

That’s a bit sweeping. Sometimes it takes a while to find out how good or bad something has been.

I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a...

Hindi mo pwedeng mahalin ang isang tao nang hindi mo minamahal ang hilaga, silangan, timog at kanluran ng kanyang paniniwala. Kapag nagmahal ka’y dapat mong tanggapin bawat letra ng kanyang birth certificate. Kasama na doon...

I think cinema is the memory and the imagination of the country. Take the memory and imagination out of an individual, and he stops being an individual. I think it’s the same thing for a...

For some reason, I kept seeing it—it trembled and silkily glowed on my damp retina—a radiant child of twelve, sitting on a threshold, “pinging” pebbles at an empty can.

He was really quite addicted to her face, and yet for the longest time he could not remember it at all, it being so much brighter than sunlight on a pool of water that he...

Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death.

People usually will remember people most, for the stupid things they did, than the impressionable ones. This somehow strangely, makes them feel better.

The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always.

Time is ungovernable, but grief presents us with a choice: what do we do with the savage energies of bereavement? What do we do with the memory – or in the memory – of the...

Memories don’t fade, it is just we who start overlooking the things once done or said.

I see a cathedral, for instance, one that’s stood for centuries and I marvel and I wonder… How many people passed through the doors? What did they pray for? How many wars did they wish...

Wisdom comes through suffering.Trouble, with its memories of pain,Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep,So men against their willLearn to practice moderation.Favours come to us from gods.

In fact the flexibility of our memories makes it relatively easy because we can meld all these different memories together seamlessly to invent a new imaginary scene, one which we have never even contemplated before,...

Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore — And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more.

A memory is lodged in the mind but a feeling inhabits the whole body

Nobody told me about him [my grandfather], and he died when I was six, and yet within the last year or two, that strange Indian summer of remembrance that comes to us in the leisured...

I would give anything to have that memory back–to see what it was like between us when we loved each other enough to believe it was forever.

The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.

Lose your face: become capable of loving without remembering, without phantasm and without interpretation, without taking stock. Let there just be fluxes, which sometimes dry up, freeze or overflow, which sometimes combine or diverge.

It’s what makes us worth saving. However low we sink, whatever promise we no longer fulfill, we tell our stories. That’s why you’re so important, Charlie. You’re a guardian of our national memory.

In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

Trying to remember a dream from a decade ago is like trying to catch fog in a coffee filter. I could subsist on morning mist.

At the most basic level, therefore, secure attachments in both childhood and adulthood are established by two individual’s sharing a nonverbal focus on the energy flow (emotional states) and a verbal focus on the information-processing...

When we consider the magnitude and extent of his discoveries and their influence on the progress of science and of industry, there is no honour too great to pay to the memory of Faraday, one...

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance: some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

Eran gentes de vidas lentas, a las cuales no se les veía volverse viejas, ni enfermarse ni morir, sino que iban desvaneciéndose poco a poco en su tiempo, volviéndose recuerdos, brumas de otra época, hasta...

You know the saying a rolling stone gathers no moss? I’m the opposite. I’ve gathered too much, and when one thing happens, it brings up everything else that’s ever been similar to it. I don’t...

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

what it is is the memory of a dance a song you heard long ago to hear it is to be young again and for once for once you are happy

One hundred twenty-nine women with previously documented histories of sexual victimization in childhood were interviewed and asked detailed questions about their abuse histories to answer the question “Do people actually forget traumatic events such as...

Because who can describe the look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the frown, the smile, or the misplaced lock of hair that sends a swift, undeniable signal from the past?...

When we first hear [a] word, we start putting these associational hooks into it that make it easier to fish it back out at some later date.

We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.

Even painful memories are ties that bind.

Everything that falls upon the eye is an apparition, a sheet dropped over the world’s true workings. The nerves & brain are tricked, and one is left with dreams that these specters loose their hands...

And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.

It’s odd, I think of my poor wife often, but I can’t think of her for a long time.

Time has a memory with the universe.

It’s what we’re all trying to do, right? Remember a time that was better. Re-create a moment of that memory as we let the crisp Coke bubble down our throats. Riding bikes on a summer...

False Memory” for Errors in Memory for Details, Journal: Ethics & Behavior 14(3) pages 201-233, 2004

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things