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

Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

We all have our youthful follies, embarassing to recall — but people somehow find it hard to dismiss as a youthful folly anything that has happened to be a financial success.

There were sins whose fascination was more in the memory than in the doing of them, strange triumphs that gratified the pride more than the passions, and gave to the intellect a quickened sense of...

For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even those stones then forget.

Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years, quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle and in some strange way blind us to life.

I’ll just tell you what I remember because memory is as close as I’ve gotten to building my own time machine.

True stories can’t be told forward, only backward. We invent them from the vantage point of an ever-changing present and tell ourselves how they unfolded.

how it really was.” It means to take control of a memory, as it flashes in a moment of danger.

It’s greater than any response we’ve had in memory.

The evening’s light, silvery, casts its dull brightness onto the trees–trees gelid in this blue light of winter. But whiteness dominates with the pines and evergreens steeped in vibrant grades of silver. I hear notes...

What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,The labor of an age in pilèd stones,Or that his hallowed relics should be hidUnder a star-y-pointing pyramid?Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,What need’st thou such...

These then are some of my first memories. But of course as an account of my life they are misleading, because the things one does not remember are as important; perhaps they are more important.

We all have strategies to distract ourselves from what we cannot bear. Memory, for example, serves such a function.

The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness. Good thing we have other people to help us remember.

When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.

Forgetting is like a great alchemy free of secrets, limpid, transforming everything to the present. In the end it makes our lives into this visible and tangible thing we hold in our hands, with no...

There, there, best to bring it all up,’ she said. My memory was in shreds. Imagine a photograph cut into narrow strips then jumbled up. Everything is there, but you can’t see the whole picture...

If you want to draw some advantage from your history, you must accept not only this miracle but also many others. In memory, everything can become miraculous. All you have to do is wish it,...

Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

Each spine was an encapsulated memory, each book represented hours, days of pleasure, of immersion into words.

Few things are more deceptive than memories.

When young, the humans are all Imagination because Memory is so much smaller a part of their experience, so little of them is grounded in it. As they grow older, however, Memory overtakes their Imagination,...

Something about her in this moment strikes him as being familiar. The motion of her arm? The shape of her hand? The wrinkle of her upper lip? He does not know. Nor does he have...

I do not think there is a person in this world who has been a more ardent admirer of him than I have been. His life and work have been an inspiration to the whole...

Maybe that’s what happens with age, I thought. All your life you force yourself to forget people who have hurt you, but as you get older and weaker their memory surfaces again, like a bubble...

Dahulu aku sering bertanya sendiri; kalau puisi itu berwujudakan seperti apakah dia? Matahari? Bulan? Bintang? Gunung?Laut? Bertahun lalu aku temukan puisi memancar mancar dari matamu,masuk ke dalam tubuhku. Seperti yang kau duga pada akhirnyaaku tahu...

I have a memory like an elephant penis, and it shows. Especially when I wear tight pants. My mind bulges with thoughts of Agatha and I.

From key signature to coda, from downbeat to the sound of life’s final fermata, our pasts set the tone for all that was, that is, and that ever would be.

Sometimes we live too much in the past,remembering what we wished had happened.

… [O]ne of the most influential approaches to thinking about memory in recent years, known as connectionism, has abandoned the idea that a memory is an activated picture of a past event. Connectionist or neural...

I have lain long here in your mind, longer than any nightmare has before me. I have sunk my roots into your worst imaginings and feasted on your memories. I know you, child.

Life is a movement, a constant movement in relationship; and thought, trying to capture that movement in terms of the past, as memory, is afraid of life.

Sit and quiet yourself. Luxuriate in a certain memory and the details will come. Let the images flow. You’ll be amazed at what will come out on paper. I’m still learning what it is about...

The past is a presence between us. In all my mother does and says, the past continually discloses itself in the smallest ways. She sees it directly; I see its shadow. Still, it pulses in...

At the end of this journey, it seems to me that reconciling the long shadows cast by the uneasy past may ultimately depend on elements so basic that they bring to mind a simple Slav...

The archive of supposed photocopies (I.E. memory) actually offers up strange creatures; the green paradise of childhood loves that Baudelaire recalled is for many a future in reverse, an obverse of hope in the face...

Love doesn’t come with an on-off switch. It’s made of too many threads of memory and hope and heartache that weave themselves into the very core of who you are.

I have about 1,000 hours of myself on tape in a vault in Los Angeles. But I also have a photographic memory about my jokes, because they’re really about me; they’re my stories.

We played this game in his memory. He promised the coaching staff that he would get us back here as a senior. This game was really in memory and tribute to him.

You’re with a girl. She’s brown-haired and side-swept. I imagine that she’s the kind of girl who can easily shop for jean shorts, and speaks kindly more often than not. She seems like the kind...

I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer — and what trees and seasons smelled like —...

We can choose not to remember this day, but bones have strong memories. And earth never forgets.