2,914 Quotes About Memory

The whole thing was so intense, so full of hurt that when I look back at it I squint. I want it forgotten.

Selling your free-will is the same old saying of selling your own soul. Freedom of choice matters!

The thought of her gave me such a continual anguish that I could no more forget her than an aching tooth. It was involuntary, hopeless, compulsive. For years she had been the first thing I remembered when I woke up, the last thing that drifted through my mind as I went to sleep, and during the day she came to me obtrusively, obsessively, always with a painful shock.

The feeling of loathing had as yet no permanence or strength in the dog’s soul. The newly awakened joy of life transformed every sensation into a great joke, into gaiety. Nimrod kept on barking, but the tone of it had changed imperceptibly, had become a parody of what it had been - an attempt to express the incredible wonder of that capital enterprise, life, so full of unexpected encounters, pleasures, and thrills.

It would be deemed foolish to repay a spiritual separation that Adam and Eve committed, with the death of the body only.

As with any story worth telling, it was, in the end, a tragic one. What do we say of those who burn too brightly? Do we shield our eyes or turn our heads when the glare makes us uncomfortable? No, we cannot. We must watch the explosion without movement or blinking, all the way through the afterglow. Take with us the memory of what once was. In all its glory and intensity.

My mind, I know, I can prove, hovers on hummingbird wings. It hovers and it churns. And when it's operating at full thrust, the churning does not stop. The machines do not rest, the systems rarely cool. And while I can forget anything of any importance--this is why people tell me secrets--my mind has an uncanny knack for organization when it comes to pain. Nothing tormenting is ever lost, never even diminished in color or intensity or quality of sound.

The Trinity must become unity, otherwise we will always be divided into many parts.

If Jesus truly died for the sins of the people, as our Christian fellows claim, then why are people still dying even today?