To the woman in the restaurant today, the doll in her arms was the real child who still lived in her memories.
My definition of man is a cooking animal. The beasts have memory, judgement, and the faculties and passions of our minds in a certain degree; but no beast is a cook.
I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.
The Devil can quote scripture, after all. And monsters can say "please" and "thank you" same as any mother's son.
It is a great comfort to a rambling people to know that somewhere there is a permanent home--perhaps it is the most final of the comforts they ever really know.
A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.
Time becomes meaningless without memory and we humans have a unique consciousness that allows us to live in the past or the future, which is actually more of a curse than a useful superpower.
Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years, quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle and in some strange way blind us to life.
A weapon needs a wielder; it should not be permitted to start its own fights." "You are not my wielder; you are naught, a forgotten ghost, not even a memory." "Maybe, but you are still a weapon.
Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.
To remain vital, culture must be renewed in the minds of the members of every generation. Outsource memory, and culture withers.
A picture's worth a thousand words. But a single word can make you think of over a thousand pictures in your mind, over a thousand moments, a thousand memories.
How long has it been since I entered this blackness? Has it been days, months, or years? I’m stuck here with my mind, my thoughts, my memories, and my nightmares.
Every tomorrow is better because you opened your eyes, but still, memories from your past are meant to be shared and cherished
She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.
We take creative license with the fictional narratives that become our memories. Anthologized, these are the tales that become the story of your life.
Grief keeps coming back with the same things in its hands — you know this. You know that the hands of grief are memory. Again and again, grief holds the same few things.
Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.
I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.
They had created themselves together, and they always saw themselves, their youth, their love, their lost youth and lost love, their failures and memories, as a sort of living fiction.
Memory training is not just for the sake of performing party tricks; it's about nurturing something profoundly and essentially human.
