memory quotes

I’ve got a terrible memory; it’s probably because I’m always concentrating on what I’m doing now.

For my name and memory I leave to men’s charitable speeches, and to foreign nations and the next ages.

When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.

I heard a definition once: Happiness is health and a short memory! I wish I’d invented it, because it is very true.

My mind doesn’t work, my memories don’t work like a computer file where I can just retrieve them and, boy, there it is. My mind is selective in terms of memories. When I try to think back to college or high school, there are gaps. I try to fill them in. But I can’t tell you it’s always the truth.

Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence; he is just using his memory.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

Every man’s memory is his private literature.

Geologists have a saying – rocks remember.

Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today’s events.

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

Sometimes I’ll jot a clever turn of phrase down. Sometimes I’ll just remember it.

Maybe I should say that memory interests me a great deal, because I think we all tell stories of our lives to ourselves as well as to other people. Well, women do, anyway. Women do this a lot. And I think when men get older, they do this too, but maybe in slightly different terms.

Man is the only animal capable of reasoning, though many others possess the faculty of memory and instruction in common with him.

Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually unrecognizable in the final story.

If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.

Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

After the 9/11 apocalypse happened in New York City, people, particularly New Yorkers, who breathed in the ash, or saw the results of that, have a tendency to keep seeing echoes and having flashbacks to it.

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.

I have a memory, and I can just eliminate mistakes when they come up because I’ve already made them.

I met Howard Zinn in 1961, my first year at Spelman College in Atlanta. He was the tall, rangy, good-looking professor that many of the girls at Spelman swooned over.

There is no memory or retentive faculty based on lasting impression. What we designate as memory is but increased responsiveness to repeated stimuli.

If I like a thing, it just sticks after once reading it or hearing it.

No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar.