#memory

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. ↗

— A. E. Housman

#act #am #because #bristles #ceases

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#imagination #memory #mistress #servant #wife

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before. ↗

— John Green

#loss #memory #remember

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#forgetting #happiness #memory #happy

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? ↗

— Kevin J. Anderson

#chip #could #everything #head #into

Anticipation of movement, through muscular innervation and memory, by its retention of nerve impulse images, extend the present to the limit of a second or so. ↗

— John Desmond Bernal

#extend #images #impulse #limit #memory

Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years. ↗

— Charlotte Bronte

#age #callous #comparatively #earlier #easily

A child is asleep. Her private life unwinds inside skin and skull; only as she sheds childhood, first one decade and then another, can she locate the actual, historical stream, see the setting of her dreaming private life—the nation, the city, the neighborhood, the house where the family lives—as an actual project under way, a project living people willed, and made well or failed, and are still making, herself among them. I breathed the air of history all unaware, and walked oblivious through its littered layers. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#childhood #history #memory #dreams

A Church which has lost its memory is in a sad state of senility. ↗

— Henry Chadwick

#lost #memory #sad #senility #state

Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god. ↗

— Derek Walcott

#been #body #centre #god #join