Memory Quotes - Page 12

Memory warps time, as it does the sights and sounds and smells of reality; for what shapes it is emotion, which can twist what seems clear, just as the surface of a pond seems to bend the stick thrust into the water.

Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.

And that's my comfort-that someone else was there and experienced the same thing. How else could I know it was real and not merely a dream?

La realtà sfuma e tutto diventa memoria.
Perfino tu, a poco a poco, hai cessato di essere un desiderio e sei diventato un ricordo.

You can never know what it is that you have forgotten.

Without realizing that the past is constantly determining their present actions, they avoid learning anything about their history. They continue to live in their repressed childhood situation, ignoring the fact that is no longer exists, continuing to fear and avoid dangers that, although once real, have not been real for a long time.

The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy.

For the point is this: not that myth refers us back to some original event which has been fancifully transcribed as it passed through collective memory; but that it refers us forward to something that will happen, that must happen. Myth will become reality, however sceptical we might be.

Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know? Who could know that the past is not as solid as this instant…

El margen sabe lo que el centro olvida, seguramente porque la memoria es el poder del vencido. El triunfador sabe que, como decía Nietzsche, "para ser feliz hay que olvidar", pero ese olvido, aunque le haga feliz, no le hace verdadero.

It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh.

Didn’t young people care what the generation before them had achieved? And if not, why had everyone gone through those grim difficult wartime years?

The past, which as always did not know the future, acted in ways that ask to
be imagined before they are condemned. Or even simplified.

I've worked hard to remember it...The problem is I'm not sure what's real memory and what's my brain filling in details, like a guy whose heart stops and he thinks he sees a bright light. Except I'm sure of my bright light.

The Englishman left months ago, Hana, he's with the Bedouin or in some English garden with its phlox and shit.

One look at each other and it was immediately understood that they both needed a clean slate,,, The obliteration of memory.

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.

Humans make art to remember and be remembered,” said Caius. “Art is their weapon against forgetting.

Nobody has ever taken a photograph of something they want to forget. We can build a wall of happy Kodak moments around ourselves, a wall of our Christmases, birthdays, baby showers and weddings, but we can never forget that celluloid film is see-through, that behind it, all the misery of real life waits for our wall to collapse someday.