Memory quotes
Welcome to our collection of quotes on Memory. Memory is a fascinating aspect of our lives that shapes our experiences, emotions, and perceptions. It is the ability to store, retain, and recall information, events, and past experiences. Whether it's cherished moments, lessons learned, or even painful memories, our memories play a significant role in shaping who we are.
In this category, we explore the profound insights, musings, and reflections about memory from various philosophers, psychologists, writers, and thinkers. These quotes delve into the complexities of memory, highlighting its power, fragility, and the profound impact it has on our lives.
Through the words of renowned individuals, we hope to offer you a deeper understanding and appreciation for the intricacies of memory. Whether you seek inspiration, nostalgia, or a different perspective, this collection of quotes on memory is sure to resonate with you.
So, take a moment to delve into the world of memory through the wisdom and introspection of others. Explore the countless facets of memory and embrace the beauty of remembering and being remembered.
Kathryn Stockett
— NovelistI may not remember my name or what country I live in, but you and that pie is something I will never forget.
Joyce Carol Oates
— AuthorFor memory is a moral action, a choice. You can choose to remember. You can choose not.
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterOf all man’s instruments, the most wondrous, no doubt, is the book. The other instruments are extensions of his body. The microscope, the telescope, are extensions of his sight; the telephone is the extension of his voice; then we have the plow and the sword, extensions of the arm. But the book is something else altogether: the book is an extension of memory and imagination.
Antonio Machado
— PoetThe afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone in the quiet patio looking for some old untried illusion - some shadow on the whiteness of the wall some memory asleep on the stone rim of the fountain, perhaps in the air the light swish of some trailing gown.
Russell Hoban
— Versatile Author & Creative StorytellerTime's arrow, we are told, is a one-way thing. . . Memory's arrow, like the needle of a compass too close to a lodestone, spins in all directions.
Harvey Mackay
— Business Guru & Motivational SpeakerPale ink is better than the most retentive memory. If it's written down, you can look it up. Just be damn sure you write it down.
Will Ferrell
— American actor, comedian, producer, and writerOften times I'm confronted with a quote that I don't remember saying. So, on one hand it's very flattering, it is just so surreal.
Kathryn Stockett
— NovelistHer nose wrinkle up cause now she got to remember to say she Mae Mobley Three, when her whole life she can remember, she been telling people she Mae Mobley Two. When you little, you only get asked two questions, what's your name and how old you is, so you better get em right.
Joyce Carol Oates
— AuthorWhat is memory but the repository of things doomed to be forgotten, so you must have History. You must have labor to invent History. Being faithful to all that happens to you of significance, recording days, dates, events, names, sights not relying merely upon memory which fades like a Polaroid print where you see the memory fading before your eyes like time itself retreating.
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterCreativity is suspended between memory and forgetting.
Harvey Mackay
— Business Guru & Motivational SpeakerPale ink is better than the most retentive memory.
Joyce Carol Oates
— AuthorMemory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterI cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
Joyce Carol Oates
— AuthorWe are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterPoetry remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art.
Joyce Carol Oates
— AuthorEven if I seemed to remember, I could not know. For just to remember something is not to know if it really happened. That is a primary fact of the inner life, the most difficult fact with which we must live.
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterDays and nights passed over this despair of flesh, but one morning he awoke, looked (with calm now) at the blurred things that lay about him, and felt, inexplicably, the way one might feel upon recognizing a melody or a voice, that all this had happened to him before and that he had faced it with fear but also with joy and hopefulness and curiosity. Then he descended into his memory, which seemed to him endless, and managed to draw up from that vertigo the lost remembrance that gleamed like a coin in the rain - perhaps because he had never really looked at it except (perhaps) in a dream.
Joyce Carol Oates
— AuthorIf I try to summon back his face, the sound of his voice, and the sensation in my stomach like a key turning in a lock when he touched me, I lose everything.
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterI suppose identity depends on memory. And if my memory is blotted out, then I wonder if I exist - I mean, if I am the same person. Of course, I don't have to solve that problem. It's up to God, if any.
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterMan's memory shapes Its own Eden within
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterThe gods weave misfortunes for men, so that the generations to come will have something to sing about.” Mallarmé repeats, less beautifully, what Homer said; “tout aboutit en un livre,” everything ends up in a book. The Greeks speak of generations that will sing; Mallarmé speaks of an object, of a thing among things, a book. But the idea is the same; the idea that we are made for art, we are made for memory, we are made for poetry, or perhaps we are made for oblivion. But something remains, and that something is history or poetry, which are not essentially different.
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterAnother 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.
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterWe are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterI am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you can hardly unmake the present. But the past after all is merely to say a memory, a dream. You know my own past seems continually changed when I am remembering it, or reading things that are interesting to me.
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterWhat will die with me the day I die? What pathetic or frail image will be lost to the world? The voice of Macedonio Fernandez, the image of a bay horse in a vacant lot on the corner of Sarrano and Charcas, a bar of sulfur in the drawer of a mahogany desk?
Jorge Luis Borges
— WriterAs the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words.