Top 1200 Photographic Memory Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

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

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

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

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

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

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.

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?

As you may know, my motto is: "All memory is fiction." It could just as easily be: "All fiction is memory." Unpacked, these two statements defy the ease of logic, but offer some really important truths about narrative art, at the very least, and about memory. So I would say that all art is personal.

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.

The photographic image... is a message without a code.

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

So many people that we met had some sort of connection to the [Olympics] games. Some story about how they volunteered there, or some sort of memory of it. It still is in the cultural memory and identity of these cities as much as it is in the physical and architectural memory. It's where these two things overlap, I think, that we're trying to explore with the photos.

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

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.

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.

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

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

I take it very seriously, the photographic craft.

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.

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

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

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.

If you have a lesion in the hippocampus in both sides, you have short term memory, but you can convert that short term memory into long term memory.

If you think Wall Street has a short memory, you're dead wrong. No, the folks who work on Wall Street, regulate Wall Street - and, above all, invest in its wares, notably its hedge funds - don't have a bad memory. They don't have any memory at all.

Now, we have inscribed a new memory alongside those others. It's a memory of tragedy and shock, of loss and mourning. But not only of loss and mourning. It's also a memory of bravery and self-sacrifice, and the love that lays down its life for a friend-even a friend whose name it never knew.

We no longer see the evolution of the nervous system, but that of a certain individual. The role of the memory is very important but... not as important as we believe. Most of the important things that we do don't depend on memory. To hear, to see, to touch, to feel happiness and pain; these are functions which are independent of memory; it is an a priori thing. Thus, for me, what memory does is to modify that a priori thing, and this it does in a very profound way.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

There is no photograph more inherently photographic than another.

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.

The act of writing is for me often nothing more than the secret or conscious desire to carve words on a tombstone: to the memory of a town forever vanished, to the memory of a childhood in exile, to the memory of all those I loved and who, before I could tell them I loved them, went away.

A story is ultimately a memory. It's important when you're telling a story to think about why this memory is a memory. You don't remember everything in life; you just remember certain things - so, why this one?

Memory depends mainly upon myth. Some even occurs in our minds, in actuality or in fantasy; we form it in memory, molding it like clay day after day - and soon we have made out of that event a myth. We then keep the myth in memory as a guide to future similar situations.

Saturn is such an alluring photographic target.

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

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.

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

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 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.

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

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

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.

I think the relationship between memory and time is a very deep and tricky one, to tell you the truth. I don't consider memory another sense. I do consider memory that which allows us to think that time flows.

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

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.

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

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.