Top 1200 Memory Of Someone Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

It is true that one of the first acts of tyrants is to erase history, to wipe out the recorded memory of a people. With that in mind, it's important to remember that the work that we do as writers, artists and performers will form an essential part of the collective memory that future generations will draw upon. And so we owe it to those future generations to defend that memory and be honest witnesses to our times.

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.

Someone knocks at the door of an apartment to borrow salt or sugar, people run into each other in the elevator, and in this way become inscribed in the spectator's memory.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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 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.

Memory never recaptures reality. Memory reconstructs. All reconstructions change the original, becoming external frames of reference that inevitably fall short.

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

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.

The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What is memory but the repository of things doomed to be forgotten, so you must have History. You must have labor to invent History. Being faithful to all that happens to you of significance, recording days, dates, events, names, sights not relying merely upon memory which fades like a Polaroid print where you see the memory fading before your eyes like time itself retreating.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

My parents raised me and my siblings in an armor of advice, an ocean of alarm bells so someone wouldn't steal the breath from our lungs, so that they wouldn't make a memory of this skin.

Memory belongs to the imagination. Human memory is not like a computer which records things; it is part of the imaginative process, on the same terms as invention.

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'd say my best memory was climbing Mt. Fuji, and the worst memory was... trying to fit my feet into the free giveaway slippers at Japanese schools.

I hope that memory is valued - that we do not lose memory.

I prefer to rely on my memory. I have lived with that memory a long time, I am used to it, and if I have rearranged or distorted anything, surely that was done for my own benefit.

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

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

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

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.

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 a big one: our ability to use the memory and move things in and out efficiently - that affected what we were able to do more than anything.

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

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!

I hope this is the lesson we women really commit to memory - we learned that it doesn't work to try be someone other than who you really are.

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.

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

The idea of self is dependent upon attraction, aversion and memory. Memory is simply a serial account of attractions and aversions that don't exist now except in imagination.

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

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

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.

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

Our memory is made up of our individual memories and our collective memories. The two are intimately linked. And history is our collective memory. If our collective memory is taken from us - is rewritten - we lose the ability to sustain our true selves.