Top 440 Memory Quotes

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.