No Memory Quotes
You can never replace someone you love like that. Eventually the memories won’t be so hard on you. With time, the memories will make you smile and you will be grateful for having them.
I think part of me doesn't want to remember him, for fear of missing him too much.
The memory of the aged becomes clearer and clearer with time. It has no pity.
What isn't remembered never happened.Memory is merely a record...you just need to rewrite that record.
What has been forgotten.... is never something purely individual.
Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we're still here.
When you can see your life in retrospect, the romanticism of how good things once were gives way to the reality that positives and negatives comprise every day and every decade. (235)
At the time I could no more believe my eyes than I can now trust my memory.
One of my friends at the Compound has a photographic memory. Everything she ever sees, reads, or hears, she remembers forever in perfect detail.
The issues Miss Quested had raised were so much more important than she was herself that people inevitably forgot her.
People who care nothing for their country's stories and songs, ' he said, 'are like people without a past- without a memory- they are half people
People like my grandmother, who have no home but in memory, learn to be very skilled in the art of recollection.
The mature brain is a time capsule. History resides in its structure.
I make a rule never to remember anything before last week. It makes life more interesting
Memories are either the greatest poetry, when they are memories of a vital happiness, or a burning pain, when they touch dried wounds.p. 479
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.
... and then beginning to go back to what you can't even remember.
Again his memory failed to conjure her face. It was like trying to call up a melody while another song played.
That’s a bit sweeping. Sometimes it takes a while to find out how good or bad something has been.
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lost
The past informs the present. Memory makes the map we carry, no matter how hard we try to erase it.
What makes and experience a memory is when we share with someone, the emotions we felt
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.
As we age we begin to grasp at youthful bliss like a life raft in a sea of harsh reality.
It flattered her, where she was most susceptible of flattery, to think how, wound about in their hearts, however long they lived she would be woven...
He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.
We humans are different--our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them. Our recollections change in their retelling.
You know some minutes warn you they're going to be mighty short and you'd better take a snapshot of 'em while you can. ("Golden Baby")
, , , we forget our good actions only slowly, and in fact never truly forget them.
Infancy is irretrievable. Its memories live underground. To what extent they return by stealth or are triggered by various catalysts remains an ongoing question.
A memory is made up of pieces of information taken in and processed by the brain in a way that is unique to each individual.
For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.
The halcyon days of childhood, a time when everything lay open before him, when the most minor episodes could be construed as events and every chance encounter … gave rise to fresh insights.
...but the loss of a memory, like the omission of a phrase during reading, rather than making for uncertainty, can lead to a premature certainty.
Sometimes the things that happen aren't as important as the things you remember.
The arrow of time obscures memory of both past and future circumstance with innumerable fallacies, the least trivial of which is perception.
Memory is this, not the target dead on centerbut the hurt unwept.
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indelibly with regret.
That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad.
Was this their exact exchange? Almost certainly not. Still, it is my best memory of their exchange.
But seen through a long lens, peacemaking founded on 'forgetting' appears to have a limited lifespan.
Still, he was pleased to know that he could recall so much of the play and passed the rest of the journey pleasantly in reciting lines to himself, being careful not to snort.
This is the worst of our ways of remembering--this tendency to prod the crust of anecdote in the hope of releasing a gush of piping-hot symbolism.
Memory is not only unruly, leaving us in the lurch when most needed, but stupid as well, putting its nose into places where it is not wanted.
...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.