Words matter. These are the best Memory Quotes from famous people such as E. Joseph Cossman, Fumio Sasaki, Edward P. Jones, Janet Fitch, Tom Brady, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
If you want to test your memory, try to recall what you were worrying about one year ago today.
I used to like taking pictures. I wanted to capture precious moments and make them mine. I wanted to hang on to everything that might someday become a fond memory.
My mother relied on her memory to do things because she couldn’t read. Part of that was not really knowing numbers.
Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.
I have a memory, and I can just eliminate mistakes when they come up because I’ve already made them.
I do not want to be misunderstood that you need a dose of persecution in order, really, to have a sense of your identity. Otherwise, you know, there would be no American Jews. Even if you’re not strictly, fiercely Orthodox, you commit yourselves to a community of memory.
I think that I cannot immediately see the route by which we should really understand memory and the workings of the brain.
There is nothing so fleeting as the memory of benefits received.
Women have a better sense of color and a better color memory. They’re more likely to notice when something doesn’t match; more likely to notice what you’re wearing.
Memory is a fiction we tell ourselves: just a piece of the truth.
Places seem to me to have some kind of memory, in that they activate memory in those who look at them.
My memory is basically visual: that’s what I remember, rooms and landscapes. What I do not remember are what the people in these room were telling me. I never see letters or sentences when I write or read, but only the images they produce.
There was a train that would come by our house every night, and I’d hear the whistle blow. That is the sweetest memory I have.
A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
My memory’s pretty much gone.
The evolution of Parkour sort of happens with time and age as you change, and the body has a certain memory of Parkour. There is a sort of thing that remains intrinsic, but then the choreography will adapt to whatever the necessity of each particular film needs.
If you ask my wife, the biggest fault is my inability around the house. She says the only thing handy about me is that I’m close by. And, I have a terrible memory. I’m bad at saying no. I often double-book. There are a lot of things.
Over the years Woodstock got glorified and romanticised and became the event that symbolised Utopia. It’s the last page of our collective memory of the age of innocence. Then things turned ugly and would never be the same again.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
On the day I was born, or possibly on one of the following days, my father went on a walk in the forested hills and thought of a name for me. His first son was called Daniel, and Samuel in memory of one of his forefathers.
You never realize what a good memory you have until you try to forget something.
Your body has such a memory.
In computer animation, every detail has to be thought out, designed, modeled, shaded, placed and lit. The more you add, the more computer memory you need.
There are essentially two main reasons to hold a phone up at a show. First, to capture a memory for yourself, a reminder of the moment you’re enjoying. And second, to share that moment with someone – to express your emotions socially. Both seem perfectly legitimate to me.
My wife and kids are the constituents I will be serving long after my days in Springfield are a distant memory.
A generation without history is a generation that not only loses a nation’s memory but loses a sense of what it’s like to be inside a human skin.
I’ve a grand memory for forgetting.
Tired mothers find that spanking takes less time than reasoning and penetrates sooner to the seat of the memory.
Some men’s memory is like a box where a man should mingle his jewels with his old shoes.
Memory has a spottiness, as if the film was sprinkled with developer instead of immersed in it.
My most powerful memory was hearing Earl Scruggs on ‘The Beverly Hillbillies’ as a 5 or 6 year old. That sound just blew me away, shook my head up.
Memory isn’t a theme; it’s part of the human condition.
I have angel wings and a halo on my wrist, which I got done on my 30th birthday in memory of my brother.
Karma, memory, and desire are just the software of the soul. It’s conditioning that the soul undergoes in order to create experience. And it’s a cycle. In most people, the cycle is a conditioned response. They do the same things over and over again.
Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.
As an instrument for practical action, law is responsive to the wisdom of its time, which may be wrong, but it carries forward, sometimes in opposition to this wisdom or passion, a memory of received values.
My fat cells have a memory like Einstein! I’m proof that surgery is not a magic potion. There are many ways to sabotage it.
Literature is memory written down. All literature is memory.
May I share with you my earliest memory of a political row? It was with my mother, about the Queen – classic Freudian stuff, shrinks would say. I was eight, and refusing to watch the Queen’s Christmas Day broadcast.
Mr. Trump’s memory is fantastic. I’ve never come across a situation that Mr. Trump has said something that is not accurate.
My books are elegiac in the sense that they’re odes to a nation that even I sometimes think may not exist anymore except in my memory and my imagination.
I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.
About the only thing that I have – or had, because it’s failing me lately – is my memory. I had a really good memory. I was always terribly protective of that fact.
If there is one phrase or action that every person on the planet would like to erase from his or her memory or have the chance to undo, it would be, ‘Let’s do it again.’
Neural implants could accomplish things no external interface could: Virtual and augmented reality with all five senses; augmentation of human memory, attention, and learning speed; even multi-sense telepathy – sharing what we see, hear, touch, and even perhaps what we think and feel with others.
I realized very early the power of food to evoke memory, to bring people together, to transport you to other places, and I wanted to be a part of that.
Photographic memory is often confused with another bizarre – but real – perceptual phenomenon called eidetic memory, which occurs in between 2 and 15 percent of children and very rarely in adults. An eidetic image is essentially a vivid afterimage that lingers in the mind’s eye for up to a few minutes before fading away.
My first memory in the world is my gym teacher ripping my mother’s necklace off her neck and throwing it out the window and her running downstairs to go after it. I have no memory before that. I was 4. My father had a lot of girlfriends and my mother had a lot of boyfriends.
Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that’s what you’re left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.
Yes, my first memory of singing, in general, was of a Christmas song. And then listening to Christmas music was really the first music I was ever connected to.
Blueberries, strawberries, raspberries and other varieties have anthocyanins that can help reverse some loss of balance and memory associated with aging.
I think the relationship between memory and time is a very deep and tricky one, to tell you the truth. I don’t consider memory another sense. I do consider memory that which allows us to think that time flows.
Part of us believes the new car is better because it lasts longer. But, in fact, that’s the worst thing about the new car. It will stay around to disappoint you, whereas a trip to Europe is over. It evaporates. It has the good sense to go away, and you are left with nothing but a wonderful memory.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
Yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be.
I’m happy with the Byrds as a good memory.
History is not a burden on the memory but an illumination of the soul.
If we lose our culture, we lose our memory.
I was a Shawn Michaels fan, so that’s a sad memory for me. I’m proud to add a happier memory in that building, even though Christopher Daniels also lost his smile.
I think cinema is the memory and the imagination of the country. Take the memory and imagination out of an individual, and he stops being an individual. I think it’s the same thing for a country.
I have a visceral response to a memory of working-class life.
Robots have already surpassed human beings in calculation and memory, but I have no doubt that the time will come when they will surpass in wisdom as well.
We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.
All of the Antilles, every island, is an effort of memory: every mind, every racial biography culminating in amnesia and fog. Pieces of sunlight through the fog and sudden rainbows, arcs-en-ciel. That is the effort, the labour of the Antillean imagination, rebuilding its gods from bamboo frames, phrase by phrase.
I grew up around the Luxembourg Gardens, so I guess that is my best memory.
Everyone has their dates. For me, it’s 1991. I can place every memory of my life either before or after this date. It’s the year I became an adult. My mother died, and I created my company shortly thereafter. I definitely would not have done it if she hadn’t passed away.
As a novelist, I mined my history, my family and my memory, but in a very specific way. Writing fiction, I never made use of experiences immediately as they happened. I needed to let things fester in my memory, mature and transmogrify into something meaningful.
And it sort of jogged a memory of something that I read at school and I read it, and I thought God this is it. So you never can tell. I could find something this afternoon.
I was probably unusually close to my parents, so I do what I can now to preserve the integrity of their memory. The Holocaust deserves to be remembered.
And if the great fear had not come upon me, as it did, and forced me to do my duty, I might have been less good to the people than some man who had never dreamed at all, even with the memory of so great a vision in me.
We know something of the history of the spread of Christianity, but much passed from recorded memory and much was transmitted by tradition whose accuracy has been repeatedly questioned.
I have a terrible memory.
Without memory, there is no culture. Without memory, there would be no civilization, no society, no future.
A good memory is surely a compost heap that converts experience to wisdom, creativity, or dottiness; not that these things are of much earthly value, but at least they may keep you amused when the world is keeping you locked away or shutting you out.
Computers have cut-and-paste functions. So does right-wing historical memory.
I have a certain memory of the way in which my father loved me until I was 10, and it was unconditional and eternal. I get to carry that for the rest of my life, but on a practical level after age 10, it’s just me sort of figuring it out.
I’m very ‘spur of the moment’. I’m always trying to think of fun things to do to create a memory.
I guess the painkillers wipe out your memory along with your ethics.
I think that the memory of Armenia’s genocide opened my eyes at an early age to the existence of political cynicism.
I’ve actually got quite a good memory. I’ve good recall. It’s often things which other people might not notice.
I would say my first golf memory was asking who Arnold Palmer was when he was always on the Pennzoil commercials. When I was a little kid I watched a lot of sports, but I didn’t watch a lot of golf, and this guy was always on a tractor.
My memory of my mom is a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was a runway fashion model, and she was quite a glamorous woman.
The camera relieves us of the burden of memory. It surveys us like God, and it surveys for us. Yet no other god has been so cynical, for the camera records in order to forget.
No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.
Memory is man’s greatest friend and worst enemy.
I used to watch, on television on Sunday nights, they had the Disney hour then and the castle coming up and ‘When you wish upon a star… ‘ That was my very first Disney memory.
We must address, individually and collectively, moral and ethical issues raised by cutting-edge research in artificial intelligence and biotechnology, which will enable significant life extension, designer babies, and memory extraction.
My first memory in life is grilling my thumb to the griddle in our restaurant on Cape Cod.
My dad took me for an audition once, to show me, ‘OK, you want to be a child actor, this is what it’s like.’ I sang a folk song about donkeys on this West End stage with this big director, and there was a queue of 200 girls all singing ‘Memory.’ I was terrible. Terrible.
There are three side effects of acid: enhanced long-term memory, decreased short-term memory, and I forget the third.
To my mind, it seems clear that those who have no memory have the much greater chance to lead happy lives. But it is something you cannot possibly escape: your psychological make-up is such that you are inclined to look back over your shoulder.
Woe to that nation whose literature is cut short by the intrusion of force. This is not merely interference with freedom of the press but the sealing up of a nation’s heart, the excision of its memory.
When my father was assassinated, I decided that I would not compete with his memory, but the priority would be to achieve his dream.
And the sad truth is that nobody wants me to write comedy. The Exorcist not only ended that career, it expunged all memory of its existence.
Once upon a time, this idea of having a trained, disciplined, cultivated memory was not nearly so alien as it would seem to us to be today.
When I began we did not really have a lot of First Amendment law. It is really surprising to think of it this way, but a lot of the law – most of the law that relates to the First Amendment freedom of the press in America – is really within living memory.
We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.
Every single song that I’ve listened to is in my memory forever.
The memory is like a cat scratching my heart.
Hope has a good memory, gratitude a bad one.
We know that if memory is destroyed in one part of the brain, it can be sometimes re-created on a different part of the brain. And once we can unravel that amino chain of chemicals that is responsible for memory, I see no reason why we can’t unlock it and, essentially, wipe out what’s there.
But the memory of war weighs undiminished upon the people’s minds. That is because deeper than material wounds, moral wounds are smarting, inflicted by the so- called peace treaties.
My most vivid memory of my father centers on the day he left. It was warm, and my mother was especially short with Rhonda and me that afternoon, which I attributed to the heat. I was oblivious to the mounting hostilities in our basement apartment.
In school I was in the dark room all the time, and I’ve always collected stray photographs; there’s a great deal of memory in them.
I have to tell everyone that when I finish a film and it goes out and is released, I never look at my films again. I don’t like looking back. I don’t even like talking about ’em! So I’m really digging back in my memory because I don’t like to sit and look at my films again.
We humans are still a very primitive culture, and it’s one of the traps we’ve fallen into over the course of our lives – to forget our history. That’s why George Orwell’s ‘Animal Farm’ is so profound. It chronicles our short memory.
I still have a vivid memory of my excitement when I first saw a chart of the periodic table of elements.
A Latin teacher told me I might make a good actress, and that stuck in my memory. I did some modeling, and Polanski gave me that small part.
As a child, I remember my dad would sometimes drive me into town with him to play pinball machines together. It’s a bittersweet memory but also a favorite.
Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o’er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?
What’s interesting is a lot of the older music when we start performing it, it acts a lot like muscle memory. It’s kind of like riding a bike. For me as a singer, I just had to remember like what part of my face I sang that into.
Although computer memory is no longer expensive, there’s always a finite size buffer somewhere. When a big piece of news arrives, everybody sends a message to everybody else, and the buffer fills.
I might have created the phrase ‘memory tools’, but people have always found talismans to help them meditate into a state of hypnosis where they can access their past lives.
Every good tennis player has to have a short memory. Good or bad.
Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.
Unlike a high-wire walker, I don’t think any musician strikes the wires of a piano or draws a bow across a violin’s strings primarily for the kick of an adrenalin fix. There is danger on stage, but dropped notes are not broken bones; a memory lapse is not a tumble to the ground.
What we hold in our heads – our memory, our feelings, our thoughts, our sense of our own history – is the sum of our humanity.
During the first couple of years at school… I used to take my lunch and go down by the old fair grounds & sit alone by the side of the road & eat it… Those lovely, lonely lunches stick deep in my memory as unhappy times.
Home is one’s birthplace, ratified by memory.
In the past 3-4 years I’ve developed a habit of keeping numerous small cassette recorders in my house and in a bag with me so that I’m able to commit to tape memory song ideas on a constant basis.
The Cern laboratory in Geneva was set up in 1955 to bring together European scientists who wished to pursue research into the nuclear and sub-nuclear world. Physicists then had greater clout than other scientists because the memory of their role in the Second World War was fresh in people’s minds.
I don’t think forgetting is an important feature of human memory. I think it’s important to be able to remember things accurately.
All of us roughly know what memory is. I mean, memory is sort of the storage of the past. It’s the storage of our personal experiences. It’s a very big deal.
Memory is a way of telling you what’s important to you.
It was quite difficult to find a place to do what we wanted, namely to study the neurological basis of behaviour and especially learning and memory, which we were particularly interested in.
The last four years have not diluted the memory or weakened the resolve of our citizens. Four years later, our hearts still hurt for the families whose loved ones were murdered that day.
My very best memory of Montreal was the moment inside the Olympic arena when I was waiting under the stadium and those majestic gates opened up. It was a whole other world.
‘Mnemonic’ is a play about memory.
Once your body is in workout-mode, a few days off won’t hurt. Muscle memory is magical. If you work out consistently, you can afford to miss a few sessions and your body will gladly pick up where you left off.
You know, as you get older, the first thing you lose is memory. It seems to be happening with me.
No trace of slavery ought to mix with the studies of the freeborn man. No study, pursued under compulsion, remains rooted in the memory.
The biggest memory I have is the 1984 European Cup final against Roma and my ‘spaghetti legs’ routine during the penalty shoot-out that won us the trophy. People said I was being disrespectful to their players, but I was just testing their concentration under pressure. I guess they failed that test.
By the time I got to record my first album, I was 26, I didn’t need pen or paper – my memory had been trained just to listen to a song, think of the words, and lay them to tape.
Transactive memory works best when you have a sense of how your partners’ minds work – where they’re strong, where they’re weak, where their biases lie. I can judge that for people close to me. But it’s harder with digital tools, particularly search engines.
He is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.
I’m like a goldfish. My memory is terrible.
I have lost my short-term memory – I’m just getting blonder by the day.
Indeed, as the above calculation indicates, to take full advantage of the memory space available, the ultimate laptop must turn all its matter into energy.
When you lose a loved one, you come to these crossroads. You can take the path that leads you down the aisle of sadness, or you can say, ‘I’m never going to let this person’s memory die. I’m going to make sure everything they worked for continues.’
I think I’m learning how to release every day. Recognizing that everything you encounter, touch, or love can become part of you, and in essence never disappears, as long as you can recall it to memory or heart. It’s all so connected that we lose everything, but also, we never lose anything.
I come from a family who prided themselves, both sides, on memory. And I was told growing up, constantly, that I was born with a really good memory.
Many people have this memory of traditional TV documentary-making that aims to portray pure reality, and I just don’t see that as the only option.
My own journey in becoming a poet began with memory – with the need to record and hold on to what was being lost. One of my earliest poems, ‘Give and Take,’ was about my Aunt Sugar, how I was losing her to her memory loss.
I have found that all of my memories seem to need a place and that a good part of what we think of as explicit memory has to do with location.
I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I’ve ever met.
What happens so often as an actor is that you retain the information about the scenes that you yourself shot and you obsess over certain scenes that you found the most challenging or interesting. The rest of the film kind of falls away in your memory or it fades a little bit.
I love memory sticks. They seem to me to be magic.
You’re trying to put yourself in that moment and trying to prepare yourself, to have a ‘memory before the game. I don’t know if you’d call it visualising or dreaming, but I’ve always done it, my whole life.
I’ve scored many goals that I’ve liked, but I think the best memory I have is the one against Korea in the 2010 World Cup.
Over the years, I had something in principle against autobiographical writing altogether because memory plays tricks on us, and we also tend to reinvent ourselves. But there comes an age when one begins to observe life, and there are things that need time to mature, also in terms of literary form.
My earliest memory is dreamlike: in a small orchard or garden I am carried on the arm, I believe, of my father; there was a group of grown-ups, my mother among them, and the group was slowly walking in the orchard, it seems toward the house.
For me in my twenties, working in Hollywood was confusing in that the differences between what was fiction and what was nonfiction seemed to blur in my mind. Everything became a visual memory for me. I carried my Leica camera, giving opportunity to take pictures from my view.
Practicing is not only playing your instrument, either by yourself or rehearsing with others – it also includes imagining yourself practicing. Your brain forms the same neural connections and muscle memory whether you are imagining the task or actually doing it.
Anything in literature, including memory, is second-hand.
There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.
Do your work for six years; but in the seventh, go into solitude or among strangers, so that the memory of your friends does not hinder you from being what you have become.
I have a memory of my mother kneeling in front of a cabinet in our home, tenderly cradling her wedding china. We never used the plates; she died in her 40s without ever letting herself enjoy these gorgeous pieces. I told myself that I would use my precious items.
It is fitting that a liar should be a man of good memory.
The secret at the heart of ‘The Memory Keeper’s Daughter’ is something everybody, except for some of the characters, knows in Chapter 1. Some of the narrative tension comes from that distance between what the readers know and what the characters know.
When I was a kid, a pickleball hit me in the back of the head, and I had memory problems. I was in a boarding school and the nuns gave me poems to remember to try and get the memory going again.
Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.
I 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.
However much, as readers, we lose ourselves in a novel or story, fiction itself is an experience on the order of memory -not on the order of actual occurrence.
We’re all just a bundle of habits shaped by our memories. And to the extent that we control our lives, we do so by gradually altering those habits, which is to say the networks of our memory. No lasting joke, or invention, or insight, or work of art was ever produced by an external memory. Not yet, at least.
My older brother was the person who got me interested in science in general. He used to tell me what he learned in school. My first memory of mathematics is probably the time that he told me about the problem of adding numbers from 1 to 100.
Writing on a computer makes saving what’s been written too easy. Pretentious lead sentences are kept, not tossed. Instead of sitting surrounded by crumpled paper, the computerized writer has his mistakes neatly stored in digital memory.
In the broad sense, as a processing of everything one hears or witnesses, all fiction is autobiographical – imagination ground through the mill of memory. It’s impossible to separate the two ingredients.
The function of memory is not only to preserve, but also to throw away. If you remembered everything from your entire life, you would be sick.
I’ve always been fascinated by the operation of memory – the way in which it is not linear but fragmented, and its ambivalence.
The greatest memory for me of the 1984 Olympics was not the individual honors, but standing on the podium with my teammates to receive our team gold medal.
I’d love a super human memory. My memory has never been good.
Well, one of the things I discovered in the course of looking back and writing about what I saw in my memory is that I was a closely observant person long before I became a reporter.
What distinguishes a great mnemonist, I learned, is the ability to create lavish images on the fly, to paint in the mind a scene so unlike any other it cannot be forgotten. And to do it quickly. Many competitive mnemonists argue that their skills are less a feat of memory than of creativity.
Not only the Archivist alone but all who work for NARA are designated custodians of America’s national memory.
Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart rendered to God for his goodness.
In Los Angeles you get the sense sometimes that there’s a mysterious patrol at night: when the streets are empty and everyone’s asleep, they go erasing the past. It’s like a bad Ray Bradbury story – ‘The Memory Erasers’.
As a quarterback, you have to have a short memory. Don’t lose your confidence, and stay within yourself. Don’t try to do too much.
We photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth can make them come back again. We cannot develop and print a memory.
Memory has always been fundamental for me. In fact, remembering what I had forgotten is the way most of the poems get started.
Memory is the first casualty of middle age, if I remember correctly.
I have a memory of my fourth-grade self wanting to be the first woman president of the United States, but I think that has a lot more to do with my love of world records and reference books than a love of serving my country.
Memory and creativity are essential to education, but if you teach memory incorrectly, it is a total waste of time, and it will inhibit learning.
After you’ve read a novel, you only retain a vague memory of its contents. You remember the atmosphere, the odd image or phrase or vivid cameo.
I was trying to figure out what a memory feels like.
When the doctors showed me an X-ray of my brain, they pointed to a black hole on the upper left side and told me that all memory from that spot was dead. I thought to myself that I hoped that’s where I kept ‘The Orange Blossom Special.’
A good memory is needed after one has lied.
Acknowledging your mistakes also has its pluses, but we often don’t have trouble recalling or mulling over those. The point is, if you don’t acknowledge your successes the same way you acknowledge your mistakes, you’re sure to have a memory full of blunders.
Low-cost, high-grade coal, oil and natural gas – the backbone of the Industrial Revolution – will be a distant memory by 2050. Much higher-cost remnants will still be available, but they will not be able to drive our growth, our population and, most critically, our food supply as before.
I have a photographic memory.
What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what’s behind them.
It took me 14 years to write ‘Crazy Brave’ because I kept changing the form and I also kept running away from the story. I said I don’t really want to write about myself. But it’s about writing about memory.
There are so many things that poetry is about, one of which is memory.
Pop music can get inside us and enter our memory bubbles. It provides those true Proustian moments, unlocking sensations, unlocking our imaginations. Music inspired me as a filmmaker.
A man in my situation, my lords, has not only to encounter the difficulties of fortune. and the force of power over minds which it has corrupted or subjugated. but the difficulties of established prejudice: the man dies, but his memory lives.
Memory is the thing you forget with.
My favorite off-camera memory of Jon Stewart is watching him jump from the second level of a tuna tower into the waters off Grand Cayman.
Fortunately, I’ve also been an electrician, and that’s a happy memory for me.
For my name and memory I leave to men’s charitable speeches, and to foreign nations and the next ages.
It seems that it had been destined before that I should occupy myself so thoroughly with the vulture, for it comes to my mind as a very early memory, when I was still in the cradle, a vulture came down to me, he opened my mouth with his tail and struck me a few times with his tail against my lips.
How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events of a man’s life, religiously preserve the merest trifles.
One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.
The industry has a very short memory of what’s possible, and they like to typecast you.
CD stores have the disadvantage of an expensive inventory, but digital bookshops would need no such thing: they could write copies at the time of sale on to memory sticks, and sell you one if you forgot your own.
By the time I was in sixth grade I could bound every country in the world from memory.
If the clockwork universe equated the human body with the mechanics of the clock, the digital universe now equates human consciousness with the processing of the computer. We joke that things don’t compute, that we need a reboot, or that our memory has been wiped.
My favorite memory from school was going to football games with my friends. We always had so much spirit and dressed up to go to the games, even though our team was pretty bad.
I have a very conveniently photographic memory of emotions – it’s overwhelming, because things don’t fade for me.
My first memory of motor racing – I think it was just attending a go kart race.
Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.
The physical evidence does not change because of public pressure or personal agenda. Physical evidence does not look away as events unfold nor does it blackout or add to memory. It remains constant and is a solid foundation upon which cases are built.
I really thought I was on the way out. My husband Blake saved my life. Often I don’t know what I do, then the next day the memory returns. And then I am engulfed in shame.
If you have a lesion in the hippocampus in both sides, you have short term memory, but you can convert that short term memory into long term memory.
Even as one and the same person is called by different names according to the different functions he performs, so also one and the same mind is called by the different names: mind, intellect, memory, and egoity, on account of the difference in the modes – and not because of any real difference.
I do have a really good memory. I mean, like, I can remember all the phone numbers of everybody on the street I grew up on.
My earliest acting memory is making up a play for my mom and dad called The Lonesome Baby. I have no idea what The Lonesome Baby was about. I just remember the title. But I’m sure it was an epic.
Let the past be content with itself, for man needs forgetfulness as well as memory.
I have a distinct memory, dating back to 1989 or so, of sitting around with my college dorm mates talking about a new term that was popping up everywhere: ‘political correctness.’
I think that’s the greatest gift one can have: point of view. You know? I’ve come to believe that if you have a bad memory of something, change it.
Many Nobel Prizes are awaiting good research to understand and explain the many mysteries of our bodies, such as the basic mechanism of memory or imagination.
Cheerios bring back memories. I actually don’t think I ate them much as a kid, though; maybe it’s some sort of Jungian memory, I don’t know. But they have so much sugar, it’s great.
A line, an area of tone, is not really important because it records what you have seen, but because of what it will lead you on to see. Following up its logic in order to check its accuracy, you find confirmation or denial in the object itself or in your memory of it.
In the past, people have looked at photos as a record of memory. The focus has been on the past tense. With Instagram, the focus is on the present tense.
The computing world is very good at things that we are not. It is very good at memory.
Time, which wears down and diminishes all things, augments and increases good deeds, because a good turn liberally offered to a reasonable man grows continually through noble thought and memory.
Wouldn’t you like to have an augmented memory chip that you could plug into your head so you don’t have to look everything up and remember everything?
Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination can meet memory in the dark.
I heard a definition once: Happiness is health and a short memory! I wish I’d invented it, because it is very true.
What the immune system of man has in its advanced development is what we call immunological memory, so that once it sees something for the first time, when it sees it the second or the third time, it can respond against it in a way that’s much more accelerated than when it sees it for the first time.
I think we all have our own personality, unique and distinctive, and at the same time, I think that our own unique and distinctive personality blends with the wind, with the footsteps in the street, with the noises around the corner, and with the silence of memory, which is the great producer of ghosts.
I didn’t worry about it because I kind of felt I left a good message and memory with the people in terms of my work, and I always felt with a good record, I could always come back.
The issues and challenges surrounding nuclear non-proliferation are continuously evolving. They’ve changed dramatically at several junctures in recent memory.
Your mind, while blessed with permanent memory, is cursed with lousy recall. Written goals provide clarity. By documenting your dreams, you must think about the process of achieving them.
When my family all got together, I’d always get up and entertain everyone, but it was all a bit of a joke. My first real memory of singing for people was when I was about eleven or 12.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
This kind of forgetting does not erase memory, it lays the emotion surrounding the memory to rest.
No industry in living memory has collapsed faster than daily print journalism.
I met with amnesiacs and savants, educators and scientists, to try to understand what memory is, why it works, why it sometimes doesn’t, and what its potential might be.
I have a strong memory of my early childhood. I can remember life before I was two. I remember being toilet-trained like it was last week – and it wasn’t last week.
I’m one of those who cut off seeing people after a certain time, when the weight is gone and they sound like the dementia is very advanced – I don’t want to see that. I don’t even go in to look at the body. That’s not my last memory.
I’ll never forget anything about Middle Earth. That’s part of my memory now so I won’t miss anything.
It’s surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
I have no memory for what happens in what books. I don’t know when I might remember a scene, but beats me what book it’s in because there are 14 of them now.
There are four Powers: memory and intellect, desire and covetousness. The two first are mental and the others sensual. The three senses: sight, hearing and smell cannot well be prevented; touch and taste not at all.
I have a memory problem. My family and friends call me Lady Ghajini.
I always find that nostalgia is sort of like memory without the pain. And that’s why it feels so good to kind of bask in that, and I think it can be deceptively comforting.
I know what it is to put on weight. But when I got back to my routine, my body knew how to react. That’s muscle memory, and you’ll be amazed at what it can do.
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.
Was I in a nativity play? I think I was an angel; I was a very blonde child, so I tended to get typecast. I have a vague memory of wearing wings.
I remember vividly one distinct memory of arriving in Hong Kong and being the only blonde haired girl in this sea of international students, and thinking, ‘Oh, my God. There’s no hiding here.’
One trick, known as the journey method or ‘memory palace,’ is to conjure up a familiar space in the mind’s eye, and then populate it with images of whatever it is you want to remember.
I think there’s a part of my brain where food, language, and memory all intersect, and it’s really powerful. I think I’m not alone in this.
You could double the number of synaptic connections in a very simple neurocircuit as a result of experience and learning. The reason for that was that long-term memory alters the expression of genes in nerve cells, which is the cause of the growth of new synaptic connections.
I can still memory – taste the fresh buttermilk pancakes and hot buttermilk biscuits – both made with lard! – that were cooked on the top, or in the oven, of that ancient iron stove.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
You never know when you’re making a memory.
The Taj, the Blue Mosque in Istanbul, Cracao Basilica and Polish church are some monuments that hold a special place in my memory.
I write journals and would recommend journal writing to anyone who wishes to pursue a writing career. You learn a lot. You also remember a lot… and memory is important.
Neuroscience is exciting. Understanding how thoughts work, how connections are made, how the memory works, how we process information, how information is stored – it’s all fascinating.
History takes time. History makes memory.
My feeling is, when you are writing an essay, you don’t make anything up. This may be a very Protestant notion, and I’m aware of the fact that memory is fallible, that if I had access to films or some absolute documentary evidence of what happened, it might look different; we get confused and fuzzy.
When we have any function, whether it’s language or vision or cognitive functions like memory, we aren’t dealing with a straight line to the brain that says ‘This is what I do.’ The brain builds a network of connections, a network of neurons that have a particular role in that function.
The French, perhaps more than any other nation, cherish the memory of their dead by ornamenting their places of sepulture with the finest flowers, often renewing the garlands and replacing such plants as decay with vigorous and costly ones.
Young boys must be taught to play football without leading with or lowering their heads. Young players must be drilled over and over and over with Heads Up Football skills until that skill set becomes muscle memory and second nature.
I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.
I can well imagine that certain writers, even writers that we’d consider today very great writers, may not necessarily have tested highly on IQ just because of their numerical skills, or maybe they may not be very good at memory, and are not particularly good at these kinds of tests.
Performance is there, and if you are not there in that moment it happened, it just stays in the memory. It’s so immaterial and something this immaterial is very difficult to collect. Its difficult to buy, its how we can buy immaterial art.
Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories – and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.
I marvel at the resilience of the Jewish people. Their best characteristic is their desire to remember. No other people has such an obsession with memory.
My first memory was of stories about the past – a past that, according to the storytellers, was superior in every way to the life then being lived. It didn’t take me long, however, to understand that the present was all we had, for the past was gone, and nothing could be done about it.
My earliest memory is of my first day at primary school and the distress of seeing my mother part from me.And being in a room full of strangers – of aliens. I felt that I would never see her again.
I do have a blurred memory of sitting on the stairs and trying over and over again to tie one of my shoelaces, but that is all that comes back to me of school itself.
Holes in the memory. You grab on to some things, others have completely disappeared.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
I trust anybody’s memory more than I trust mine.
People who think my books are autobiographical, which they’re not, credit me with having a much better memory than I do. I do, however, have a powerful imagination.
America is stronger than ever. We will forever remember those we lost on September 11, 2001. In honoring their memory, we will remain true to our commitment to freedom and democracy.
My memory is not even what most people’s is, much less what it oughta be for a discussion like this.
You can find poetry in your everyday life, your memory, in what people say on the bus, in the news, or just what’s in your heart.
The worst thing ever for me is go see a movie, and the next day I go, ‘What did I do last night? I have no memory of this $300 million movie I watched because I felt nothing.’
Bereavement is terrible, of course. And when somebody you love dies, it’s a time for reflection, a time for memory, a time for regret.
Your memory is not my memory.
The circus leaves a sweet memory.
The one thing that holds people back from working out together is that they don’t want to smell around other people. Your olfactory sense is the primary sense in your memory, and you don’t want to be part of anyone’s memory thinking that you smell bad.
White Americans have a short memory.
I feel, as never before, how justly, from the dawn of history to the present time, men have paid the homage of their gratitude and admiration to the memory of those who nobly sacrifice their lives, that their fellow-men may live in safety and in honor.
Music was an experience, intimately married to your life. You could pay to hear music, but after you did, it was over, gone – a memory.
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.
My eyesight is not nearly as good. My hearing is probably going away. My memory is slipping too. But I’m still around.
In teaching, regard must be had to the faculties possessed by the pupil. In childhood, memory; in youth, the understanding; in mature life, the reason is the predominating faculty.
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
Curiosity is as much the parent of attention, as attention is of memory.
The past is still visible. The buildings haven’t changed, the layout of the streets hasn’t changed. So memory is very available to me as I walk around.
In many respects, Afghanistan represents a more difficult problem set. It does not have a number of the blessings that Iraq has in terms of the oil, gas, land of two rivers, the human capital that Iraq built up over the years, the muscle memory of a strong government – albeit one that was corrupted over time.
After Nixon resigned in 1974, he engaged in a very aggressive war with history, attempting to wipe out the Watergate stain and memory. Happily, history won, largely because of Nixon’s tapes.
Arab civilizations had been of an abstract nature, moral and intellectual rather than applied; and their lack of public spirit made their excellent private qualities futile. They were fortunate in their epoch: Europe had fallen barbarous; and the memory of Greek and Latin learning was fading from men’s minds.
I don’t profess to be an expert on anything, or have the memory for who ran in 1952. I am an informed American citizen, that’s my position.
The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother’s hand making sure I was settled in bed.
For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then like an oyster we create a pearl around them.
Americans who grew up in the 1930s or 1940s still have some fleeting memory of what the country was like before it became the steroidal superpower it is today.
Whether we or our politicians know it or not, Nature is party to all our deals and decisions, and she has more votes, a longer memory, and a sterner sense of justice than we do.
Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.
My happiest memory of childhood was my first birthday in reform school. This teacher took an interest in me. In fact, he gave me the first birthday presents I ever got: a box of Cracker Jacks and a can of ABC shoe polish.
History is information. Memory is part of your identity.
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
If I have one special memory, it was when we recreated the trial of the Chicago Seven – and I’d known about it before – but this was a pivotal moment in my life. If my father had been found guilty of conspiracy, I wouldn’t be here.
The moment of inspiration can come from memory, or language, or the imagination, or experience – anything that makes an impression forcibly enough for language to form.
Memory is very important, the memory of each photo taken, flowing at the same speed as the event. During the work, you have to be sure that you haven’t left any holes, that you’ve captured everything, because afterwards it will be too late.
There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.
There are millions and billions of atoms of memory of all kinds of musical themes in me.
The film producers have to understand that melody is the base of Indian music – they have to come back to that. Else, we’ll have short lived chart toppers which dim on public memory that moment the film if off screens.
The creditor hath a better memory than the debtor.
I think that we are already making steps toward mapping out the brain so we can identify the chemical patterns that create and store memory.
John Hurt was pretty bad. I know it’s pretty terrible to besmirch the memory of a dead man, but he was really rude to me.
As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can’t remember the other two.
Another one of the old poets, whose name has escaped my memory at present, called Truth the daughter of Time.
Rhyme is an attempt to reassemble and reaffirm the possibility of paradise. There is a wholeness, a serenity, in sounds coupling to form a memory.
Like any black kid on a Sunday, your mom’s cleaning the house to music. So that was, like, my very first memory. My mom having it in the background with incense lit.
Eavesdrop and write it down from memory – gives you a stronger sense of how people talk and what their concerns are. I love to eavesdrop!
At 86, I can easily look back to the last eight decades. Though memory often fails me now, so many images of the past are still clearly polished, and I can yet recall not just an abiding sense of place, but the keen smells, the sensory responses to the events of that past.
The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory.
I’ve always been able to recount things, and I have a really good memory about dialog and what people have said before and this and that.
Outside speech, the association that is made in the memory between words having something in common creates different groups, series, families, within which very diverse relations obtain but belonging to a single category: these are associative relations.
Americans have no sense of history. And not much memory. They don’t remember what happened yesterday.
A great city, whose image dwells in the memory of man, is the type of some great idea. Rome represents conquest; Faith hovers over the towers of Jerusalem; and Athens embodies the pre-eminent quality of the antique world, Art.
Through using our memory to its fullest we can unlock the vast reservoir of human potential that isn’t currently being used.
I do think a key to success in any walk of life is having a short memory and a thick skin – I know it has served me well over the years.
The most profound memory I have from my childhood is burning down my house at 6 years old.
You have to have a short memory as a closer.
I must have been very young, but I have a clear memory of drawing on a cream brick wall… with wax crayons.
Perhaps, to the uninformed, it may appear unaccountable that a man should be able to retain in his memory such a variety of learning; but the close alliance with each other, of the different branches of science, will explain the difficulty.
The end of poetry is not to create a physical condition which shall give pleasure to the mind… The end of poetry is not an after-effect, not a pleasurable memory of itself, but an immediate, constant and even unpleasant insistence upon itself.
My favorite memory is my five years with the Nuggets. From my first day to my last day is a great memory. There wasn’t a year that I was a Nugget that I didn’t think we succeeded.
I learned that I never really know the true story of my guests’ lives, that I have to content myself with knowing that when I’m interviewing somebody, I’m getting a combination of fact and truth and self-mythology and self-delusion and selective memory and faulty memory.
I sometimes think that so much of our life takes place inside our heads – in memory or imagination or interpretation or speculation – that if I really want to change my life, I might best begin by changing my mind.
One of the things that I share with Bryan Becket is this hole in my childhood memory. There’s about five years of my life that’s virtually gone. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it might be for my own protection that those memories are gone, and maybe I don’t want to dredge up those things.
Nobody cooks anymore. To me, to watch your parents cook, and to have a house that smells warm and delicious, is a very vital memory that I think kids don’t really have anymore.
I’m afraid that the United States is more isolated today than at any other time in my memory.
No memory is ever alone; it’s at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.
9/11 occurs, and you’re going to rebuild, and after awhile, the memory will be there, but there will be something new there, and different, and functioning, and electric.
I take the really sad moments with me to the court. I’m able to transform all that energy, and from it create strength, faith, and a will to honor everything I’ve gone through. I use the memory of those painful moments as a weapon to keep fighting.
The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician.
Many memory techniques involve creating unforgettable imagery, in your mind’s eye. That’s an act of imagination. Creating really weird imagery really quickly was the most fun part of my training to compete in the U.S. Memory Competition.
Traditional autobiography has generally had a poor press. The novelist Daphne du Maurier condemned all examples of this literary form as self-indulgent. Others have quipped that autobiography reveals nothing bad about its writer except his memory.
I’ve been to too many Dead concerts. There’ve been smokin’ holes where my memory used to be.
The 1960s was a period when writers in the West began to be aware of the extraordinary eloquence and popular attraction of the Russian poets such as Yevtushenko and Voznesensky – oppositional figures who could draw crowds. The Russian poets recited from memory as a matter of course.
My mother wrote poetry when I was young – I have an early memory of the sound of her typewriter – and my father told me inventive bedtime stories.
The memory management on the PowerPC can be used to frighten small children.
In the cellars of the night, when the mind starts moving around old trunks of bad times, the pain of this and the shame of that, the memory of a small boldness is a hand to hold.
To outsource your memory to machines – which is what many of us do with regard to our use of search engines – seems to me to be fairly antithetical to the basic qualities of Jewish life that have kept the Jews alive for so long.
Short term memory is not good.
In college, my big money memory was saving up to buy a car with my boyfriend, whom I lived with.
You don’t have to hold onto the pain to hold onto the memory.
Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.
Science and technology revolutionize our lives, but memory, tradition and myth frame our response.
Great actors are people who just meld into the part without calling attention to the fact that they are so-and-so doing this part. They may never become huge stars, but will always, in memory, stay respected actors.
I spent 20 years doing research on regular and irregular verbs, not because I’m an obsessive language lover but because it seemed to me that they tapped into a fundamental distinction in language processing, indeed in cognitive processing, between memory lookup and rule-driven computation.
My father left when I was three, and I have no memory of him. The most significant male figures in my life were my grandfather, in whose house I lived during the first 10 years of my childhood, and later my stepfather.
I’m horrible at quoting movies! Even my very favorites are not easily recalled or programmed to memory. When people start movie quoting around me, I’m that person who just smiles and then looks up the reference later.
A good memory is one trained to forget the trivial.
I’ve given my life to the principle and the ideal of memory, and remembrance.
Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?
The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.
Man is the only creature we know, that, when the term of his natural life is ended, leaves the memory of himself behind him.
The two places that I had most imprinted in my mind and in my memory were UCLA and Indiana. To play at one and coach at the other is unbelievable.
When I played the Sahara Hotel in Las Vegas on New Year’s Eve, I got to bring Wiley, my 85-pound black lab. He’s responsible for my favorite New Year’s memory of all: At the end of the show, he ran onstage and then out across all the tables in the showroom, sending champagne glasses and gamblers flying.
I think that reading is always active. As a writer, you can only go so far; the reader meets you halfway, bringing his or her own experience to bear on everything you’ve written. What I mean is that it is not only the writer’s memory that filters experience, but the reader’s as well.
The use of the wearable computer changes with each person. When this device is your way of seeing, or a seeing aid, it’s how you see the world. When you use it as a memory aid, it is your brain.
The voice is raised, and that is where poetry begins. And even today, in the prolonged aftermath of modernism, in places where ‘open form’ or free verse is the orthodoxy, you will find a memory of that raising of the voice in the term ‘heightened speech.’
Nothing is so admirable in politics as a short memory.
Try this experiment: Pick a famous movie – ‘Casablanca,’ say – and summarize the plot in one sentence. Is that plot you just described the thing you remember most about it? Doubtful. Narrative is a necessary cement, but it disappears from memory.
The first memory I have was my sisters dancing to the radio when they played records by Benny Goodman and Harry James and of the sort. But the record that got me was a record by Derek Sampson, who was a young guy, called ‘Boogie Express,’ and it was boogie-woogie. Really, it was on fire, and that got me.
An autobiography usually reveals nothing bad about its writer except his memory.
I’d say my best memory was climbing Mt. Fuji, and the worst memory was… trying to fit my feet into the free giveaway slippers at Japanese schools.
I have that memory of dancing on my father’s feet to all the music my parents used to listen to.
A liar should have a good memory.
My children, as long as you live, the shadow of the Hiss Case will brush you. In every pair of eyes that rests on you, you will see pass, like a cloud passing behind a woods in winter, the memory of your father – dissembled in friendly eyes, lurking in unfriendly eyes.
I temporarily became a surgeon for ‘Memory of Love’. I spent two weeks in an operating theatre, watching amputations, and I loved it.
Our memory and the movies keep movie stars alive for us, and Tony Curtis is still a star.
The shot of Kapil Dev kissing the World Cup and hordes of Indian fans all over at Lord’s is etched in my memory. Every Indian is proud of that victory, and every Indian player who has played the World Cup after that ’83 win wants to bring the Cup home.
Sweet is the memory of past troubles.
My earliest memory is nursing and struggling to see the colored lights making up the map of the world, the famous backdrop for Larry King’s TV show. There’s an ‘I-want-to-do-all-things-at-once’ kind of theme to it.
I like very human stories that venture into sci-fi or the supernatural or areas that I think occupy a lot of space in our collective memory for the films that we loved as children.
I feel like, with ski racing, you need to have a short memory. You crash all the time, and sometimes it’s a really bad one, but sometimes it’s not so bad.
My first memory is of the eyes of my brother; he was looking at me all the time.
Earliest musical memory is probably being scared stiff with my family’s band as a youngster on stage playing the conga drums.
That is my major preoccupation, memory, the kingdom of memory. I want to protect and enrich that kingdom, glorify that kingdom and serve it.
I think 90% of my ideas evaporate because I have a terrible memory and because I seem to be committed to not scribble anything down. As soon as I write it down, my mind rejects it.
From a very young age, I would fall off the bed and wake up on the floor because of dreams. I have a memory from the age of four in which I felt God.
It is only by not paying one’s bills that one can hope to live in the memory of the commercial classes.
I have a vivid memory of loving Keith Hernandez, the first baseman for the ’86 Mets. I grew up in Queens, so when the Mets won the World Series that year, it was a big deal.
We as Americans and as humans have very selective hearing and very selective memory. We only hear what we want to hear and disregard the rest.
Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
Learning to read music in Braille and play by ear helped me develop a damn good memory.
I’m very interested in structure, how multiple stories are assembled in different ways; that is what memory does as well.
Memory is a net: one finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.
With Alzheimer’s, recent memory is affected first. At the start, you count the memory loss in days, then hours – then in minutes. But there’s also an insidious backward creep of deterioration.
Rather than studying the most complex form of memory in a very complicated animal, we had to take the most simple form – an implicit form of memory – in a very simple animal. So I began to look around for very simple animals. And I focused in on the marine snail Aplysia.
There’s a lot in my closet. I’ve been collecting things since I was five. I’m definitely a pack rat. I’m not a hoarder, but I’m definitely a pack rat. I will keep anything if I have a memory in it or a good moment.
I’m a summer baby, so I usually have my birthday as a good summer memory.
Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory it too good.
I have all of the Apple products. Everything I’ve ever written, I’ve written on a Mac. My first computer, my roommates and I chipped in, and we got that first Macintosh – 128K. It had as much memory as a greeting card that plays music.
As a writer, I have to admit, there is something darkly compelling about Alzheimer’s because it attacks the two things most central to a writer’s craft – language and memory, which together make up an individual’s identity. Alzheimer’s makes a new character out of a familiar person.
I still cherish the memory of walking into the Parliament for the first time.
I accomplished something big and that’s a memory I will never forget.
I’m thankful that my memory is good because my vision is going.
The earliest maps were ‘story’ maps. Cartographers were artists who mingled knowledge with supposition, memory and fears. Their maps described both landscape and the events, which had taken place within it, enabling travellers to plot a route as well as to experience a story.
Migration gives a blank cheque to put anything you don’t feel like addressing in the memory hold. No neighbours can go against the monster narrative of your family.
I discovered that Thailand was one of those countries, like Sri Lanka and India, where memory of past lives used to be commonplace. Go back a few generations, and you find people talking about earlier lives with total certainty.
Memory depends mainly upon myth. Some even occurs in our minds, in actuality or in fantasy; we form it in memory, molding it like clay day after day – and soon we have made out of that event a myth. We then keep the myth in memory as a guide to future similar situations.
Studies by many labs have already started to identify specific circuits of neurons involved in normal cognitive function like memory and learning, as well as disease processes such as Parkinson’s disease, depression, and autism.
I’ve been around a long time, and I’ve been interested in memory for a long time. And one of my earlier interests in molecular biology of memory led me to define the switch that converts short term to long term memory.
It’s as though all the terms of a family were present at one time rather than his dad and his mum. Not just a present authority, but the resident memory of what qualifies what else is the case.
Jewish persecution is a historical memory of the present generation and people fear it in the present day, and that’s why those references are so much more powerful. I just understand that better now.
Our ability to find humor in the world, to make connections between previously unconnected notions, to create new ideas, to share in a common culture: All these essentially human acts depend on memory.
You think about some of the most memorable meals you’ve ever had; the food will be good but it will often be about locating a mental memory and taste is inexorably linked to all the other senses and memory, so ultimately it is all about taste.
My best vacation memory is getting barreled at the beach in Hawaii.
It has always been my practice to cast a long paragraph in a single mould, to try it by my ear, to deposit it in my memory, but to suspend the action of the pen till I had given the last polish to my work.
Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence; he is just using his memory.
I don’t remember the very first animation I saw, but the one that stays deepest in my memory is definitely ‘Astro Boy.’
My first novel, ‘Man Walks Into a Room,’ is about a man who’s lost his memory and has to start a second life. On one level, it’s about how we create a coherent sense of self.
Love and memory last and will so endure till the game is called because of darkness.
Every man’s memory is his private literature.
For ‘American Born Chinese,’ my first graphic novel with First Second Books, I did mostly ‘memory’ research. It’s fiction, but I pulled heavily from my own childhood.
Who knows what true loneliness is – not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
It is not just software glitches and corrupted memory cards that should be on the minds of election officials. Hackers pose another very real problem whereby an election could be tilted towards a favored candidate.
I love ‘Memory Keeper’s Daughter,’ but in some ways I think ‘The Lake of Dreams’ is a stronger book. I was able to tell the story I wanted to tell. That’s all you can ever do as a writer. From there on you have no control over it.
Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?
The common people have no history: persecuted by the present, they cannot think of preserving the memory of the past.
Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish it – memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.
England is a memory now. The gates are flooded and anybody can have access to England and join in.
I guess the idea of doing albums in their entirety, in sequence, appeals to people. I guess it’s the memory of being able to hear the music in the way it was originally presented.
Spirit of place! It is for this we travel, to surprise its subtlety; and where it is a strong and dominant angel, that place, seen once, abides entire in the memory with all its own accidents, its habits, its breath, its name.
Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.
Language is memory and metaphor.
There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.
Memory is more indelible than ink.
Martin Luther King Jr. is remembered as our prince of peace, of civil rights. We owe him something major that will keep his memory alive.
Mimicking the intricacies of the human brain, a neuro-inspired computer would work in a fashion similar to the way neurons and synapses communicate. It could potentially learn or develop memory.
