Quotes about memories
memories poor contempt
To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living. William Hazlitt
memories records paper
When you have a paper based system, you are relying on your memory to a large extent about the patient. Now the paper records can have various kinds of ticklers. William Davis
memories thinking doors
That’s how Ptolemy imagined the disposition of his memories, his thoughts: they were still his, still in the range of his thinking, but they were, many and most of them, locked on the other side a closed door that he’s lost the key for. So his memory became like secrets held away from his own mind. But these secrets were noisy things; they babbled and muttered behind the door, and so if he listened closely he might catch a snatch of something he once knew well. Walter Mosley
memories years desire
Remember, that if thou marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance will neither last nor please thee one year; and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all; for the desire dieth when it is attained, and the affection perisheth when it is satisfied. Walter Raleigh
memories past axes
In the West we cling to the past like limpets. In Haiti the present is the axis of all life. As in Africa, past and future are but distant measures of the present, and memories are as meaningless as promises. Wade Davis
memories cutting achievement
If we accept that we are all cut from the same genetic cloth, all cultures share the same genius. And whether that genius is placed into technological wizardry which has been our great achievement, or, by contrast, placed into the unraveling of complex threads of memory inherent in a myth is simply a matter of choice. Wade Davis
memories heart compassion
Everyone had some defect, or body or of mind: he thought of all the people he had known (the whole world was like a sick house and there was no rhyme or reason in it), he saw a long procession, deformed in body, warped in mind, some with illness of the flesh, weak hearts or weak lungs, and some with illness of the spirit, languor of will, or craving for liquor. At that moment he felt a holy compassion for them all. …The words of the dying God crossed his memory: Forgive them, for they know not what they do. W. Somerset Maugham
memories heart reflection
Have you ever happened, reader, to feel that subtle sorrow of parting with an unloved abode? The heart does not break, as it does in parting with dear objects. The humid gaze does not wander around holding back a tear, as if it wished to carry away in it a trembling reflection of the abandoned spot; but in the best corner of our hearts we feel pity for the things which we did not bring to life with our breath, which we hardly noticed and are now leaving forever. This already dead iventory will not be resurrected in one's memory.. Vladimir Nabokov
memories past achievement
I witness with pleasure the supreme achievement of memory, which is the masterly use it makes of innate harmonies when gathering to its fold the suspended and wandering tonalities of the past. Vladimir Nabokov
memories soup usual
Memory overshadows the present and dims the future "into something thicker than its usual pea soup." Vladimir Nabokov
memories age strange
It is strange how a memory will grow into a wax figure, how the cherub grows suspiciously prettier as its frame darkens with age-strange, strange are the mishaps of memory. Vladimir Nabokov
memories dark remembrance
Remembrance, like Rembrandt, is dark but festive. Remembered ones dress up for the occasion and sit still. Memory is a photo studio de luxe on an infinite Fifth Power Avenue. Vladimir Nabokov
memories eye dark
There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: "honey-colored skin," "thin arms," "brown bobbed hair," "long lashes," "big bright mouth"); and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors (and this is how I see Lolita). Vladimir Nabokov
memories immortality loses
You lose your immortality when you lose your memory. Vladimir Nabokov
memories sunset heart
I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth. Vladimir Nabokov
memories left
I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory. Yann Martel
memories fear real
For fear, real fear such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you. Yann Martel
memories great-year years
I had five great years at Liverpool and I would rather just keep that memory as it is. Xabi Alonso
memories fighting punishment
We fight for territory. We see it in our Congress, we see it in our political systems, we see it in our ways of life, how separated we are. When we moved out of the cities and we lost all of the memory that was in cities, and we - one of the highest achievements in our culture is to be able to segregate yourself from everyone else, and the deep thing is the deepest punishment is solitary confinement. Wynton Marsalis
memories writing careers
And the sad truth is that nobody wants me to write comedy. The Exorcist not only ended that career, it expunged all memory of its existence. William Peter Blatty
memories men may
It is strange how the memory of a man may float to posterity on what he would have himself regarded as the most trifling of his works. William Osler
memories irritation missing
Today's minor irritations may become tomorrow's treasured memories. We often don't know what we are missing, until it's missing. William P. Young
memories lying heart
To be rich, to be famous? do these profit a year hence, when other names sound louder than yours, when you lie hidden away under ground, along with the idle titles engraven on your coffin? But only true love lives after you, follows your memory with secret blessings or pervades you, and intercedes for you. Non omnis moriar, if, dying, I yet live in a tender heart or two; nor am lost and hopeless, living, if a sainted departed soul still loves and prays for me. William Makepeace Thackeray
memories father taken
The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day of work. Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body. Yehuda Amichai
memories cracks coffins
He watched through a crack inside just pretending to be dead he wanted to fix each pallbearer in his memory . . . it seems to me a telephone was installed in the coffin to someone yet again Stalin is sending his instructions. Yevgeny Yevtushenko
memories games events
My memories of events and games are fragmented. Zinedine Zidane
memories should
memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for Zelda Fitzgerald
memories paradise
Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.
memories prom senior
I have no memories of my senior prom because they wouldn't let me in.
memories bud taste
You will find that your taste buds have a memory of about 3 weeks. Neal Barnard
memories sick people
does a sick society get so used to its illness that it can't remember being well? what if the memory is too dangerous for the people who like things the way they are? Neal Shusterman
memories teaching helping-others
All true education is the drawing out from the student what is already there. Teaching is never about helping others to learn but about helping them to remember. All learning is remembering. All teaching is reminding. All lessons are memories, recaptured. Neale Donald Walsch
memories bleeding palimpsest
What's left is palimpsest—one memory bleeding into another, overwriting it. Natasha Trethewey