Memory Quotes

Memory is the personal journalism of the soul.

I feel, as never before, how justly, from the dawn of history to the present time, men have paid the homage of their gratitude and admiration to the memory of those who nobly sacrifice their lives, that their fellow-men may live in safety and in honor.

Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today's events.

I have a horrible memory and I used to consider that a liability, but I've learned along the way that talking to people is really a beautiful thing.

Many Nobel Prizes are awaiting good research to understand and explain the many mysteries of our bodies, such as the basic mechanism of memory or imagination.

We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.

The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.

A Church which has lost its memory is in a sad state of senility.

What has kept the world safe from the bomb since 1945 has not been deterrence, in the sense of fear of specific weapons, so much as it's been memory. The memory of what happened at Hiroshima.

By the time I was in sixth grade I could bound every country in the world from memory.

Well, one of the things I discovered in the course of looking back and writing about what I saw in my memory is that I was a closely observant person long before I became a reporter.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

There are three side effects of acid: enhanced long-term memory, decreased short-term memory, and I forget the third.

I've always been someone who's really tried to live in the here and now. My memory isn't very good so maybe that's why, but it just seems like I've been living this life, my current chapter, for a really long time and I don't really remember what it was like before. It's just been sort of ingrained in me. What I deal with day to day.

History takes time. History makes memory.

My greatest inspiration is memory.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.

A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.

I don't know what a painting is; who knows what sets off even the desire to paint? It might be things, thoughts, a memory, sensations, which have nothing to do directly with painting itself. They can come from anything and anywhere.

Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.

You never realize what a good memory you have until you try to forget something.

CD stores have the disadvantage of an expensive inventory, but digital bookshops would need no such thing: they could write copies at the time of sale on to memory sticks, and sell you one if you forgot your own.

Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?

Steve Jobs was never going to let Flash on any Apple product again like that after in 1997 - he's got a long memory - they said no and Bill Gates said yes.

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

On the day I was born, or possibly on one of the following days, my father went on a walk in the forested hills and thought of a name for me. His first son was called Daniel, and Samuel in memory of one of his forefathers.

It's been 25 years now, and truthfully, time sometimes blurs the memory.

Everyone has their dates. For me, it's 1991. I can place every memory of my life either before or after this date. It's the year I became an adult. My mother died, and I created my company shortly thereafter. I definitely would not have done it if she hadn't passed away.

Nobody cooks anymore. To me, to watch your parents cook, and to have a house that smells warm and delicious, is a very vital memory that I think kids don't really have anymore.

My eyesight is not nearly as good. My hearing is probably going away. My memory is slipping too. But I'm still around.