Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.
Memory has always been social. Now we’re using search engines and computers to augment our memories, too.
The moral backbone of literature is about that whole question of memory. To my mind it seems clear that those who have no memory have the much greater chance to lead happy lives.
Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.
Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.
My parents kept us sheltered from this world of Hollywood. I don't have any great memories of bouncing on Cary Grant's knee or something like that.
This kind of forgetting does not erase memory, it lays the emotion surrounding the memory to rest.
Walls get made, walls crumble, buildings get built, buildings collapse, memories get made, memories last.
In 2003, Congress authorized the construction of a visitor center for the Vietnam Memorial to help provide information and educate the public about the memorial and the Vietnam War.
It's always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a hell it is. And it's always the war widows who lead the Memorial Day parades.
And anyway, the anticipation was always worse than the thing itself - the anticipation and the memory, of course. And the anticipation of the memory was maybe the worst part of all.
The feelings resembled memories; but memories of what? Apparently one can remember things that have never happened.
I'm blessed with a great memory. To be honest, a lot of times, being on my own at such a young age, my memories were all I had. I didn't have many pictures.
A memory is made up of pieces of information taken in and processed by the brain in a way that is unique to each individual.
It only took one imperfection. One. Then laughs would turn into screams [...]. People would turn into memories and memories into nightmares.
We children of schizophrenics are the great secret keepers, the ones who don't want you to think that anything is wrong.
One couldn’t be selective when remembering the past. Ignore the turmoil, chaos and pain – and the truly great memories would not shine with such luster.
Ceremonies are important. But our gratitude has to be more than visits to the troops, and once-a-year Memorial Day ceremonies. We honor the dead best by treating the living well.
As she ran, a memory uncurled in her mind and spread out before her and it felt like she was running into the memory.
There is no memory or retentive faculty based on lasting impression. What we designate as memory is but increased responsiveness to repeated stimuli.
I have a lot of bitter memories from Beijing. Hopefully, we can erase those memories and bring the gold back to Japan.
