Quotes on Memories

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

I mean, how many young women get a set of rubies just for doing something wholesome like swimming laps? Or win a diamond ring at Ping-Pong with their husband... ? Well, I did, and for all of these memories and the people in my life I feel blessed.

Without uncertainty and the unknown, life is just a stale repetition of outworn memories. You become the victim of the past, and your tormentor today is yourself left over from yesterday. Relinquish your attachment to the known, step into the unknown, and you will step into the field of all possibilities.

Sooner or later the public will forget you; the memory of you will fade. What's important are the individuals you've influenced along the way.

Memory is the primary and fundamental power, without which there could be no other intellectual operation.

Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.

We are delightfully trapped by our memories. I can't drink a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape Vieux Telegraphe without revisiting a hotel bistro in Luzerne, Switzerland, where I ate a large bowl of a peppery Basque baby goat stew. A sip and a bite. A bite and sip. Goose bumps come with the divine conjunction of food and wine.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

There are vivid memories from my childhood - what we had to go through because of low wages and the conditions, basically because there was no union. I suppose, if I wanted to be fair, I could say that I'm trying to settle a personal score. I could dramatize it by saying that I want to bring social justice to farm workers.

When our memories outweigh our dreams, it is then that we become old.

The moment of inspiration can come from memory, or language, or the imagination, or experience - anything that makes an impression forcibly enough for language to form.

Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.

The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.

To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.

An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.

Books, too, begin like the week – with a day of rest in memory of their creation. The preface is their Sunday.

But don’t forget that memory is like salt: the right amount brings out _x000D_ the flavour in food, too much ruins it. If you live in the past all the _x000D_ time, you’ll find yourself with no present to remember.

Part of the function of memory is to forget; the omni-retentive mind will break down and produce at best an idiot savant who can recite a telephone book, and at worst a person to whom every grudge and slight is as yesterday's.

People don't realize that now is all there ever is; there is no past or future except as memory or anticipation in your mind.

I cannot give a single concert at which I do not play one piece after the other in an agony of terror because my memory threatens to fail me. This fear torments me for days beforehand.

My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.