2,914 Quotes About Memory

By changing our history and our memory, they try to erase all our shame.

You never really get the smell of burning flesh out of your nose entirely, no matter how long you live.

The greatest events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when one thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow out in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion. We reject the burden of their memory, and have anodynes against them. But the little things, the things of no moment, remain with us.

Traces of human life vanish very quickly: Glafira Petrovna's estate had not yet gone wild, but it seemed already to have sunk into that quiet repose which possesses everything on earth wherever there is no restless human infection to affect it.

A world that won't forget is a world drowned in its not forgetting. Do we want a world full of unedited memory? To be human is to be finite.

Niestety, kończyło się to jak zawsze rozejściem po kilkunastu miesiącach czy w rzadkich przypadkach po kilku latach. I zawsze, przyznaję, z mojej winy. Gdy nam z sobą nawet dobrze było i układało sie bez niesnasek, zgrzytów, dąsów, coś mi zaczynało w takim związku nieoczekiwanie doskwierać, a nawet wypychało mnie z niego. Mówiłem: - Musimy się rozejść.- I nie umiałem się wytłumaczyć, nie umiałem podać żadnego powodu.

One of my luckiest instincts lay in being able to tell when I was happy— at the time, not afterwards. Most people don’t realize until long afterwards that they have passed through a period of happiness. Their enjoyment takes the form of reminiscence, and it is always tinged with regret that they had not known at the time how happy they were. But I knew, and my memory (of bad times too) was detailed and intense.

Dünyada benim ihtiyaç duyduğum kadar sabır var mı Milena?

(Blurb) Throughout Human Acts the ghost memory of the boy Dong-Ho wanders, refusing to disappear, and so in turn other characters refuse to stop asking 'Why?' Why does power exert itself with brutality? Why does the state silence the enquiries of the bereaved?Why does remembrance pose such a threat to the powerful?