Memory Quotes
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Well, she had had the most wonderful summer; she had got that anyhow tucked away up the sleeve of her memory, and could bring it out and look at it when the days were wet and she felt cold and sick.
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It's not natural to have to suffer when we work. We're made to be productive, and yet the world we live in, there's a whole bunch of suffering. And what they need to understand as 10-year-olds, so that when they're 15 and slightly less protected, and when they're 20 and they're moving into a truly semi-independent state, they need to have experienced that memory of persevering and having gotten through hardship.
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I believe in racial memory too. I'm sure I've got ancient African blood in me that has something to do with what I am.
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I guess what I find so interesting about memory, and its role in a person's identity, is how the attempt to achieve accuracy requires you to remove yourself from your life in an authorial manner.
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The memory of my own suffering has prevented me from ever shadowing one young soul with the superstition of the Christian religion.
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And I try to remember if this happened before, because this is a memory I would want to keep. But there is no echo of it in my mind.
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I wear the key of memory, and can open every door in the house of my life.
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It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
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The feeling of a fiction collapsing inside you. A fiction you’d forgotten was there. Frame, crossbeams, slats, braces, joins. Revealing the softer sapwood, which is marked by candle burns. ...Jonathan holding both of my hands under the table, one of the first times we’d really touched. You must think I’m a lunatic. No, I think it’s a beautiful story. About family and art and memory and meaning, how it’s made and unmade.
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Human justice is very prolix, and yet at times quite mediocre; divine justice is more concise and needs no information from the prosecution, no legal papers, no interrogation of witnesses, but makes the guilty one his own informer and helps him with eternity's memory.
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I’m just another memory in a box in the closet collecting dust. I’m just another promise that you broke when we broke up. I’m just another old flame. We were burning hot until we burned out. I’m just another first name in your little black book with the ink crossed out. Just another girl, just another girl…
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Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.
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After his great awakening, the Buddha continued to meditate and to devote himself to others; otherwise his vision would have receded into a pleasant memory.
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Whether youre a quarterback and you just threw a pick, or youre a corner and you just got beat for a touchdown, youve got to have a short-term memory, shake it off and play the next play.
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I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.
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The very idea of photography is as Oliver Wendell Holmes said in the 19th century, "it's a mirror with a memory."
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Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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Truth comes home to the mind so naturally, that when we learn it for the first time, it seems as though we did no more than recall it to our memory.
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I don't think I remember my first memory...
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History repeats itself over and over again, but most of us have short memories.
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Her breath smelled terrible and I told myself to commit that fact to memory, to remember it the next time I was intimidated by her unwavering grace.
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The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.
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It's realizing that a great dream is not as good as a great memory. The dream can be had by anyone. The memory - must be made.
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The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.
