Quotes about memories
memories thinking glasses
I often think of you all, one cannot do what one wants in life. The more you feel attached to a spot, the more ruthlessly you are compelled to leave it, but the memories remain, and one remembers - as in a looking glass, darkly - one's absent friends. Vincent Van Gogh
memories wheat-fields speak
The wheat field has ...poetry; it is like a memory of something one has once seen. We can only make our pictures speak. Vincent Van Gogh
memories rain bad-day
We are having wind and rain here, and I am very glad not to be alone. I work from memory on bad days, and that would not do if I were alone. Vincent Van Gogh
memories real long
It must be a good thing to die conscious of having performed some real good, and to know that by this work one will live, at least in the memory of some, and will have left a good example to those that come after. A work that is good-it may not be eternal, but the thought expressed in it is, and the work itself will certainly remain in existence for a long, long time; and if afterwards others arise, they can do no better than follow in the footsteps of such predecessors and do their work in the same way. Vincent Van Gogh
memories lying past
Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience, as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred. Walter Benjamin
memories collapse
The work of memory collapses time. Walter Benjamin
memories book sunday
Books, too, begin like the week – with a day of rest in memory of their creation. The preface is their Sunday. Walter Benjamin
memories book men
Like ultraviolet rays memory shows to each man in the book of life a script that invisibly and prophetically glosses the text. Walter Benjamin
memories mean past
To articulate the past historically does not mean to recognize it "the way it really was"...It means to seize hold of a memory as it flashes up at a moment of danger. Walter Benjamin
memories passion borders
Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories. Walter Benjamin
memories giving solitude
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us. Virginia Woolf
memories civilization serious
For such an advanced civilization as ours to be without images that are adequate to it is as serious a defect as being without memory. Werner Herzog
memories humans
I'd love a super human memory. My memory has never been good. Wale
memories mind tools
By his very profession, a serious fiction writer is a vendor of the sensuous particulars of life, a perceiver and handler of things. His most valuable tools are his sense and his memory; what happens in his mind is primarily pictures. Wallace Stegner
memories lying writing
I always thought old age would be a writer’s best chance. Whenever I read the late work of Goethe or W. B. Yeats I had the impertinence to identify with it. Now, my memory’s gone, all the old fluency’s disappeared. I don’t write a single sentence without saying to myself, ‘It’s a lie!’ So I know I was right. It’s the best chance I’ve ever had. Samuel Beckett
memories life-and-death remember
Memory and forgetfulness are as life and death to one another. To live is to remember and to remember is to live. To die is to forget and to forget is to die. Samuel Butler
memories mean goes-on
The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on. Samuel Beckett
memories should-have one-day
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter. Samuel Beckett
memories thinking mind
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little. Samuel Beckett
memories imperfection shadow
...in words and pickles, I have immortalized my memories, although distortions are inevitable in both methods. We must live, I'm afraid, with the shadows of imperfections. Salman Rushdie
memories past temptation
I fell victim to the temptation of every autobiographer, to the illusion that since the past exists only in one's memories and the words which strive vainly to encapsulate them, it is possible to create past events simply by saying they occurred. Salman Rushdie
memories father eye
Our human tragedy is that we are unable to comprehend our experience, it slips through our fingers, we can't hold on to it, and the more time passes, the harder it gets...My father said that the natural world gave us explanations to compensate for the meanings we could not grasp. The slant of the cold sunlight on a winter pine, the music of water, an oar cutting the lake and the flight of birds, the mountains' nobility , the silence of the silence. We are given life but must accept that it is unattainable and rejoice in what can be held in the eye, the memory, the mind. Salman Rushdie
memories reality special
Memory has its own special kind. It selects, eliminates, alters, exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also; but in the end it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone else's version more than his own. Salman Rushdie
memories body next
We create the possibility for a better human form in our next life if during our jamaloca existence after death, when we still have an astral body, we can have memories connected with music. Rudolf Steiner
memories cat home
1946, if my memory is correct. Harry "The Cat" Brecheen went against the Red Sox in Game 7. I stayed home to listen, practically had my head inside the radio. W. P. Kinsella
memories happy-life mind
The moral backbone of literature is about that whole question of memory. To my mind it seems clear that those who have no memory have the much greater chance to lead happy lives. W. G. Sebald
memories believe eye
At the time I could no more believe my eyes than I can now trust my memory. W. G. Sebald
memories night reality
In my photographic work I was always especially entranced... by the moment when the shadows of reality, so to speak, emerge out of nothing on the exposed paper, as memories do in the middle of the night, darkening again if you try to cling to them. W. G. Sebald
memories thinking darkness
...the darkness does not lift but becomes yet heavier as I think how little we can hold in mind, how everything is constantly lapsing into oblivion with every extinguished life, how the world is, as it were, draining itself, in that the history of countless places and objects which themselves have no power or memory is never heard, never described or passed on. W. G. Sebald
memories despair littles
One has the impression that something is stirring inside [photographs] - it is as if one can hear little cries of despair, gémissements de désespoir... as if the photographs themselves had a memory and were remembering us and how we, the surviving, and those who preceded us, once were. W. G. Sebald
memories distance missing
part memory part distance remaining mine in the ways that I learn to miss you W. S. Merwin
memories mind age
I shall carry to the Catacombs of Age, Photographically lined On the tablet of my mind W. S. Gilbert
memories believe men
Christ did not enchant men; He demanded that they believe in Him: except on one occasion, the Transfiguration. For a brief while, Peter, James, and John were permitted to see Him in His glory. For that brief while they had no need of faith. The vision vanished, and the memory of it did not prevent them from all forsaking Him when He was arrested, or Peter from denying that he had ever known Him. W. H. Auden