Top 1200 Memory Loss Quotes & Sayings - Page 4

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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?

A loss is just a loss. You get up again, dust yourself off, go at it again regardless of the circumstances. That's the way I look at it.

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.

I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.

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

(Waste = Loss): The first rule of business is to survive and the guiding principle of business economics is not the maximisation of profit, it is the avoidance of loss

The first loss is the best loss.

And I think that in myself (and perhaps evident in what I write) fear of loss and the corresponding instinct to protect myself against loss are potent forces.

My wife was an excellent mother, her loss has left a big void in my son's life, and those are shoes that I cannot fill. The loss of a parent has not been easy on him.

Typically, I would say that I'm not defined by one loss and I'm not defined by one win. But I'd be lying if I told you I didn't harp on the loss at Madison Square Garden.

You can see exile as loss, and then it will be a loss for you. You can treat it as opportunity and then all kinds of benefits accrue.

So the city became the material expression of a particular loss of innocence – not sexual or political innocence but somehow a shared dream of what a city might at its best prove to be – its inhabitants became, and have remained, an embittered and amnesiac race, wounded but unable to connect through memory to the moment of injury, unable to summon the face of their violator.

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

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.

The violence of war is random. It does not make sense. And many of those who struggle with loss also struggle with the knowledge that the loss was futile and unnecessary.

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

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

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

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

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.

It was quite a European war until 1917, when the Americans joined up. They don't have the same sense of the loss of innocence and the cataclysmic loss of life. A whole generation was wiped out.

For me, getting comfortable with being famous was hard - that whole side of it, the loss of anonymity, the loss of privacy. Giving up that part of your life and not having control of it.

Calculating people are contemptable. The reason for this is that calculation deals with loss and gain, and the loss and gain mind never stops. Death is considered loss and life is considered gain. Thus, death is something that such a person does not care for, and he is contemptable. Furthermore, scholars and their like are men who with wit and speech hide their own true cowardice and greed. People often misjudge this.

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

My characters often start out with a loss of some sort, usually a loss of emotion or purpose or hope. What I do in the course of my writing is weave a thematic arc of fulfillment. It is my constant theme as a creator.

I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.

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.

Pornography. . .overtakes lives, causing loss of the Spirit, distorted feelings, deceit, damaged relationships, loss of self-control, and nearly total consumption of time, thought, and energy.

When you are one with loss, the loss is experienced willingly.

Ahead of me lies the familiar litany: weakening of the heart, hardening of the arteries, increasing brittleness of bones, decreases in kidney filtration rates, lower resistance of the immune system, and loss of memory. The list could be extended almost indefinitely. Evolution seems indeed to have arranged things so that all our systems deteriorate, and that we invest in repair only as much as we are worth.

A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.

I do not see why the loss of faith in the known image and symbol in our time should be celebrated as a freedom. It is a loss from which we suffer, and this pathos motivates modern painting and poetry at its heart.

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.

A loss, of which we are ignorant, is no loss.

And I thought my loss my loss was not, certainly, the end of the world, but to lessen the enthusiasm of those young people who were signed up, I thought that was tragic.

The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.

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

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

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

Fifteen years ago tomorrow I had open heart surgery, a quintuple bypass surgery. Thanks to all of my doctors. Because of them, in 15 years of life I've been able to experience, well, acid reflux, short-term memory loss, and erectile dysfunction. Thanks for all your work. It's great to be alive.

I don't credit diet pills for my weight loss. I would never flog any 'weight-loss' supplement.

... imprisonment itself, entailing loss of liberty, loss of citizenship, separation from family and loved ones, is punishment enough for most individuals, no matter how favorable the circumstances under which the time is passed.

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

We do not fear the loss of God's favor, for either we have it not. We cannot lose it. What we fear is the loss of our idols.

The consideration of change over the century is about loss, though I think that social change is gain rather than loss.

If I get too old to write, or short-term memory loss - that was the one Philip Roth was worried about - if I got to that point, that would be terrible, because everything about my life has been streaming toward writing and having something to say. That would make me feel as though I were in an iron maiden of some kind.

Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

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

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

A loss feels like a loss.

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

Our world was created with a sense of order. For every loss, there is a gain. Sometimes we are so blinded by the loss that we don't see the gain, don't recognize the gift.