Top 1200 Collective Memory Quotes & Sayings - Page 3

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that is purloined.

When you get old, it's hard to tell what's memory and what you've kind of created in your head as memory, you know?

Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over the years, as the memory of Sophie Mol ... slowly faded, the Loss of Sophie Mol grew robust and alive. It was always there. Like a fruit in season. Every season. As permanent as a government job.

Places seem to me to have some kind of memory, in that they activate memory in those who look at them.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

Companies that recognize the need to be creative about their businesses are going to pursue this creative thinking with us or without us. It's our collective responsibility, our collective future to make sure they choose to do it with us.

There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history.

If I had an ego as big as the Eiffel Tower, would I have won this many collective trophies? I know people like to talk about it. And O.K., I am not going to answer every story. But maybe I will let my collective trophies speak for themselves. I don't know many other footballers who have won as much. Do you?

In the future, I think it's pretty plausible that collective intelligence tools and skills will be important in order to be a part of global dialog, global business, and global creativity. People who know how to negotiate collective intelligence networks are going to be in a good position to contribute to global society.

An election is a collective call to wisdom and a collective call to action. It represents a renewal and a recommitment to the goals and hopes of a shared and egalitarian society. It represents the diverse and yet singular urges of the people and the Republic of India. This makes the very act of voting a sacred act.

I'd love a super human memory. My memory has never been good.

I shattered that memory by going back there. Without realizing it until it was too late, I replaced that memory with the emptiness of that day.

One can never be sure whether a very early memory is a real memory or just the recollection of something which you were told happened.

Memory is therefore, neither Perception nor Conception, but a state or affection of one of these, conditioned by lapse of time. As already observed, there is no such thing as memory of the present while present, for the present is object only of perception, and the future, of expectation, but the object of memory is the past. All memory, therefore, implies a time elapsed; consequently only those animals which perceive time remember, and the organ whereby they perceive time is also that whereby they remember.

Yesterday is but a memory, Tomorrow an uncharted course, So live today so it will be a memory without remorse.

Memory and creativity are essential to education, but if you teach memory incorrectly, it is a total waste of time, and it will inhibit learning.

I've been around a long time, and I've been interested in memory for a long time. And one of my earlier interests in molecular biology of memory led me to define the switch that converts short term to long term memory.

Of one thing alone I am very sure: it is a law of our nature that the memory of longing should survive the more fugitive memory of fulfillment.

But I believe above all that I wanted to build the palace of my memory, because my memory is my only homeland.

Memory is the crux of our humanity. Without memory we have no identities. That is really why I am committing an autobiography.

Several sorts of memory exist in us; body and mind each possesses one peculiar to itself. Nostalgia, for instance, is a malady of the physical memory.

If the public photograph contributes to a memory, it is to the memory of an unknowable and total stranger.

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.

...the collective white man had acted like a devil in virtually every contact he had with the world's collective non-white man.

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory.

You need a fantastic memory in this game to remember the great shots and a very short memory to forget the bad ones.

Sometimes I wanted to take a memory - one perfect memory - curl up in it, and go to sleep.

This kind of forgetting does not erase memory, it lays the emotion surrounding the memory to rest.

I was once married to a woman who could eat anything and tell you what was in it: the most complicated recipes. Her memory of taste - now that's what I call memory!

Recording stories is a way of honoring the faculty of memory, even if it's recorded, outsourcing memory to technology.

Memory is quite central for me. Part of it is that I like the actual texture of writing through memory.

A person's memory is everything, really. Memory is identity. It's you.

Attention is the stuff that memory is made of, and memory is accumulated genius.

Memory is very important, the memory of each photo taken, flowing at the same speed as the event.

In some ways more painful is the fact that their experience appears to be fading from the collective memory of humankind. Having never experienced an atomic bombing, the vast majority around the world can only vaguely imagine such horror, and these days, John Hersey's Hiroshima and Jonathan Schell's The Fate of the Earth are all but forgotten. As predicted by the saying, 'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it,' the probability that nuclear weapons will be used and the danger of nuclear war are increasing.

There is no memory or retentive faculty based on lasting impression. What we designate as memory is but increased responsiveness to repeated stimuli.

Time doesn't exist. It doesn't exist in any way. It's more subjective than real. Time doesn't exist. I believe in memory. Memory is the real inspiration. Memory creates time. Memory is pure power. Pure power and pure strength, and pure utilization of space and time (if time is something we can really ever label). But I don't believe in time itself.

There is not, nor should there be, an irreconcilable contrast between the individual and the collective, between the interests of an individual person and the interests of the collective.

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.

to look back on one's life is to experience the capriciousness of memory. ... the past is not static. It can be relived only in memory, and memory is a device for forgetting as well as remembering. It, too, is not immutable. It rediscovers, reinvents, reorganizes. Like a passage of prose it can be revised and repunctuated. To that extent, every autobiography is a work of fiction and every work of fiction an autobiography.

Thought assists memory in enabling it to order the material it has assembled. So that in a systematically ordered memory every idea is individually followed by all conclusions it entails.

Peace. That's what salaam means. Peace unto you." The words brought forth an echo from Ender's memory. His mother's voice reading to him softly, when he was very young. ... The kiss, the word, the peace were with him still. I am only what I remember, and Alai is my friend in a memory so intense that they can't tear him out. Like Valentine, the strongest memory of all.

History is a people's memory, and without a memory, man is demoted to the lower animals.

I wonder if memory is true, and I know that it cannot be, but that one lives by memory nevertheless and not by truth.

Fear is the memory of pain. Addiction is the memory of pleasure. Freedom is beyond both.

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.

Loss brings pain. Yes. But pain triggers memory. And memory is a kind of new birth, within each of us. And it is that new birth after long pain, that resurrection - in memory - that, to our surprise, perhaps, comforts us.

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.

The mammalian brain evolved exquisite place memory because that was essential for survival. This is why squirrels have such a good memory for where they buried their nuts.

To be a character who feels a deep emotion, one must go into the memory's vault and mix in a sad memory from one's own life.

In the West, as well as some other parts of the world, the personal sense of ego tends to predominate, whereas in other areas, there is a more collective sense of ego. This collective ego emphasizes the 'we' rather than the 'I.'

Remembered memory is much more powerful than actually having your own memory.

I come from a family who prided themselves, both sides, on memory. And I was told growing up, constantly, that I was born with a really good memory.

I don't believe in collective guilt, but I do believe in collective responsibility.

Develop your visual memory. Draw everything you have drawn from the model from memory as well.

I love that the idea of examining memory, and the way memory is edited was made more interesting because it was being filtered through a writer.

Pain does not create a long-lasting memory, but the memory of luxury exerts itself for ever.

When you break up the individuals from a community into individual units, they become disempowered because it's the collective consciousness and the collective energy of the group from which power comes. The principal driving force that lies before us is that we have to recognize the nature of community as the evolutionary step that we just took a step backwards from in the last century.