Memory Loss Quotes
Memory Loss Quote of the day
Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last.
I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.
Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.
And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.
The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.
one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.
A meaningful relationship between two people cannot sustain itself only in the present tense.
There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.
Saying that you do not remember something or someone is a less embarrassing or hurtful way of saying that you do not know it or them anymore.
Was the dementia of old age a blessing in disguise? No more thoughts. No more damage inflicted. No more memories of damage survived.
There's nothing special about this place, he thinks. We all forget. Then we forget what we forgot. And that's how we survive.
Feeling this way was a particular kind of horror, having the emotions without the memories.
I've been wondering, " Isabelle commented reflectively over dessert, "if it is foolish to make new memories when you know you are going to lose them.
Love is the only memory one never loses, Isaac.” His father had said. “Because even if one loses his mind the memory always remains in the heart.
How many great gems were lost to thoughtand not put down to pen.You can but think of just a fewand then they're lost again.
With some stories, you really can't rush things. And it's often best just to sit back and enjoy the journey for what it is.
Nobel Prize-winning neuroscientist Eric Kandel says we are who we are because of what we learn and what we remember. Who am I, then, if my memory is impaired?
My brain tends to take the scenic route. Things come to the forefront of my mind sooner or later, it just takes time.
The old me is sure making things difficult for the current me.
But how can one regret what, to the mind, has never existed? Even loss is an inaccurate description, for what loss is without the awareness of losing?
Violet unwrapped everything old as if it were a ribboned gift given to her by the Gods.
The Englishman left months ago, Hana, he's with the Bedouin or in some English garden with its phlox and shit.
