Memory Quotes - Page 2

You have to remember that I was a bright but simple fellow from Canada who seldom, if ever, met another writer, and then only a so-called literary type that occasionally sold a story and meanwhile worked in an office for a living.

I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal torch‐light ; and, to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the remaining leaves of this volume...

I don't write about what I know: I write in order to find out what I know.

Since there is no real silence,
Silence will contain all the sounds,
All the words, all the languages,
All knowledge, all memory.

Lose your face: become capable of loving without remembering, without phantasm and without interpretation, without taking stock. Let there just be fluxes, which sometimes dry up, freeze or overflow, which sometimes combine or diverge.

Trying something new is like daring to speak a foreign language, you bite your tongue at first, memorize and thereafter sing it as if you were pretending to be unacquainted.

When I returned to camp, they walked behind me on the trail, and we spoke not a word about getting skunked today, but rather talked about the days we returned with a stringer full of fish, and how we filleted them and the left the guts out for bears and eagles, and how those fish tasted fresh when we fried them over a fire.

No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.

Memories make you sentimental, experiences make you smart.

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.

The world is shaped by two things - stories told and the memories they leave behind.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.

Your words crossed a threshold,
And entered the past,
Yet they have created,
A word that will last.

Let's create a new memory,where our futures will fall back for strength

Photography is never real, it’s merely one of many ways of telling the truth.

And I'll dance with you in Vienna,
I'll be wearing a river's disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,
my cheap violin and my cross.

What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life-to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?

We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.

You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.