…I still cannot tap on your walls and discover by the hollow or firm sounds which of your walls are merely decorative, and which ones hold everything up.

And since we don’t just forget things because they don’t matter but also forget things because they matter too much because each of us remembers and forgets in a pattern whose labyrinthine windings are an...

remembering is a great invention of the mind, and if you try hard enough you can remember anything, whether it really happened or not.

The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing with the utmost zest all my life, and I have reason to believe that this almost...

How oddly situated a man is apt to find himself at age thirty-eight! His youth belongs to the distant past. Yet the period of memory beginning with the end of youth and extending to the...

I was the first face you saw when you were born, you were bald as my hair ran black. Now yours the last face I saw before I died, your hair ran black, as I...

Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?

You, whom I have always loved and never found, you whom I expected to see at the end of the rails beyond the horizon—

I looked around at the rooms that I did not see as rooms but more as a landscape for my emotions, a biography of memory.

To Savor The Scene, A Book, or A Friend.

They are embossed on every song that was a hit that summer, in every novel I read during and after his stay, on anything from the smell of rosemary on hot days to the frantic...

To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that...

The question of what exactly we remember when we listen to old recordings, or whether it can be called remembering at all, becomes less and less answerable over a lifetime.

Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way.

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

Memory is a barricade against forgetting; light is a bulwark against darkness; life is a flex against the stillness of the grave. Maybe that’s what I’m trying to do here, clear a space in all...

She has a memory of trees and fields and nothing more.

Life is a journey, education is our pleasure and our memory.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand

…it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both. People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of...

Memory is a political act. Forgetfulness is the handmaiden of tyranny.

One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. To remain in touch with the past requires a love of memory. To remain in touch with the past...

A good storyteller is a person with a good memory and hopes other people haven’t.

I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she’s gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never,...

The world forgets easily, too easily, what it does not like to remember.

Memories wasn’t a place, memories was in the mind.

You remind me of a boy I used to knowSame Smile, same easy, laid-back styleAnd man, could he kissBlew my mind the very first timeHis lips touched mine.You remind me You remind me of a...

Never be afraid when God brings back your past. Let your memory have its way with you. It is a minister of God bringing its rebuke and sorrow to you.

Do you remember those days? Back porch, sunshine, mason jars” – she paused at remembered sweetness – “we were so foolish then…thinking there was a big ol’ world out there to conquer.

The Englishman left months ago, Hana, he’s with the Bedouin or in some English garden with its phlox and shit.

The externalization of memory [via the use of external symbolic storage systems] has altered the actual memory architecture within which humans think, which is changing the role of biological memory, the way in which the...

Memoir is not an act of history but an act of memory, which is innately corrupt.

… so in that moment all the flowers in our garden and in M. Swann’s park, and the water-lilies on the Vivonne and the good folk of the village and their little dwellings and the...

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here its like I’m someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself if I...

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o’er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

But Viv, if I’ve learned anything at all in the last eight years of my life? It’s that people just like to tell themselves stories about where they came from. They can’t help themselves. They...

The life of the dead is set in the memory of the living.

What is history? Any thoughts, Webster?”History is the lies of the victors,’ I replied, a little too quickly.’Yes, I was rather afraid you’d say that. Well, as long as you remember that it is also...

Love happens only once, what happens after that is just compromise; with your heart and with your life…

Some of your childhood traumas may be remembered with incredible clarity, while others are so frightening or incomprehensible that your conscious mind buries the memory in your unconscious.

The table next to the sink is for flashcards. I saw a Monty Python skit called, “every sperm is sacred,” and it gave me the idea that, “every piss is sacred.” Meaning, WHY NOT LOOK...

Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

Alterations in regulation of affect (emotion) and impulse:Almost all People who are seriously traumatized have problems in tolerating and regulating their emotions and surges or impulses. However, those with complex PTSD and dissociative disorders tend...

Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

Memory is the space in which a thing happens for a second time.

spirit,” however explained, was real, because of his own undeniable experiences—which, though he might suppress them, he couldn’t altogether erase from memory.

What was our life like? I almost don’t remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.

Erinnern, das heißt, eines Geschehens so ehrlich und rein zu gedenken, daß es zu einem Teil des eigenen Innern wird. Das stellt große Anforderungen an unsere Wahrhaftigkeit.”[Ansprache am 8. Mai 1985 in der Gedenkstunde im...

In that moment, hell may have ascended,Or heaven may have descended only to save me and prove,What I carry is an exaggerated memory of an imagined beautiful love.This love is tainted with treachery; it will...