#memory

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you! ↗

— John Irving

#memory

Remembering is easy. It's forgetting that's hard. ↗

— Brodi Ashton

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Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#bless #blessed #blunders #forget #forgetful

I think it happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. And so you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#moving-on #understanding #memory

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened. ↗

— Harold Pinter

#falsehood #memory #recollection #truth #memory

Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be. ↗

— Walt Disney Company

#fox #fox-and-the-hound #goodbye #hound #memory

I fear it is my lot, to bide my days in hunchbacked thought, to find what I forgot. ↗

— Roman Payne

#memory #roman

I am remembering it now. ↗

— Liz Rosenberg

#memory #love

Elections are won by men and women chiefly because most people vote against somebody rather than for somebody. ↗

— Franklin P. Adams

#days #good #good old days #memory #more

Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. I didn't give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. It was the age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me. And worse, I was in love. Love with complications. The scenery was the last thing on my mind. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#memory #age