There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost.
It's my memory, and what happened between that moment 10 or 15 years ago and now, there's a lot of gray area
To paint things as they are requires a minute attention, and employs the memory rather than the fancy.
A good liar must have a good memory. Kissinger is a stupendous liar with a remarkable memory.
Whenever we experience an event, whether we're visiting the dentist or taking a dream vacation, our consciousness registers that experience internally on a spectrum with great pain at one end and extreme pleasure at the other. Once completed, the memory of that experience is tagged to either pain or pleasure, and it continues to exist in our bodymind.
When we have painful memories from hurting experiences, we may feel justified in holding on to the resentment. But resentment is corrosive. It doesn't affect the person we feel anger toward, it destroys the host.
Europe has memories, America has t-shirts.
Memories images, once they are fixed in words, are erased.
Each time a Palestinian or an Israeli dies, it is terrible. But they have the right to have a funeral, to be buried, to have a place in the memory of the survivors. And then you have these other places - Darfur, Rwanda, even Colombia - where the dead have no faces and literally cannot be counted. Theirs are minuscule lives moving toward imperceptible deaths. For me, it is the essence of tragedy.
One day we will all cherish the memory of having blacksmiths on every corner.
I. . . have been in that weird state between dreaming and waking, where dreams could be memories and the real world could be a dream.
I wish I could just make you turn around, turn around and see me cry There's so much I need to say to you, so many reasons why You're the only one who really knew me at all So take a look at me now, 'cos there's just an empty space And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face Take a look at me now, 'cos there's just an empty space And you coming back to me is against all odds and that's what I've got to face
Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.
The earth doesn’t care where death occurs. . . . It’s the artist, by coming in and writing about it or painting it or taking a photograph of it, that makes the earth powerful and creates death’s memory. Because the land will not remember by itself, but the artist will.
As for not getting things right: I constantly rerun social situationsconversations I experiencehave throughout my head, and I'm always writing them down in notebooks or in word documentsthe Internet. I feel like these habits and a generally good memory of peoplethe interactions I have with them (due to studying people having always been my main interest in life) have lead me to being very accurate in things I write in storiesessays.
In memory Venice is always magic.
In the darkness things always go away from you. Memory holds you down while regret and sorrow kick hell out of you. The only help you'll get is a few hard drinks and morning.
Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us. " "Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle.
The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature. --as quoted in THE RIVER OF WINGED DREAMS
As says who is deeply involved with neuroscience, emotion consolidates memory, and I think that's true.