2,914 Quotes About Memory

I remember my sister’s last hoorah.She joined all the black people I’m tired of losing,All the dead from parts of Florida, Ferguson,Brooklyn, Charleston, Cleveland, Chicago,Baltimore, wherever the names alive areLike the names in graves. I am someoneWith a good memory & better imagination.

I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.

Baby, let me tell you what's going to happen. In a few years, there are going to be beautiful posters of Malcolm X, and his photographs will be everywhere. The same people who don't give a damn now will lie and say they always supported him.

Slavery is a memory of something we cannot remember, and yet we cannot forget.

So many cells in my body have died and regenerated since the days of the Dream House. My blood and taste buds and skin have long since re-created themselves. My fat still remembers, but just barely — within a few years, it will have turned itself over completely. My bones too. But my nervous system remembers. The lenses of my eyes. My cerebral cortex with its memory and language and consciousness. They will last forever, or at least as long as I do. They can still climb onto the witness stand.

Most people are not really scared of death. They are merely terrified of being taken to a mortuary and/or being buried or cremated and/or being forgotten.

All I can say for certain is that, beneath the scrambled chaos of my memories, I feel a driving imperative, a sense of some vital task that I must complete, and which has not yet reached cessation. But I could be completely mistaken. Perhaps I was simply a tourist, ambling his way from sight to sight with no greater goal than to accumulate memories and experience - much like yourselves, in fact.

Maybe she was right to burn my things, little wing. I love you once, and I love you still, but not all migrations end with a return home. Even memory begins to cut if you hold on to it too tight. I don't know anymore if I believe in angels and signs. Perhaps we are the miraculous creatures my mother was looking for.

She is a rarer creature than you dare to dream. She is a myth, a memory, a will-o’-the-wish.