Remembrance Quotes
My memory is a patchwork of occurrences, of discontinuous events roughly sewn together: The parts I remember, I remember precisely, whilst other sections seem to have vanished completely.
The general root of superstition [is] that men observe when things hit, and not when they miss, and commit to memory the one, and forget and pass over the other.
There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well. So I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever I can.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.
It is very difficult to be sure of anything, once you begin doubting your memory on principle.
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!
The flames can not burn away the past. They only make the shadows leap higher.
The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. But it`s like looking down into the grave of your love, or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off.
Life seems to speed up as we get older because life gets less memorable as we get older.
How many of us had tried to forget something traumatic... only to find it printed on the back of our eyelids, tattooed on our tongues?