Memory Quotes

No canvas absorbs color like memory.

Robert Aris Willmott

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.

Joseph Conrad

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.

Henri Cartier Bresson

Everyone has a photographic memory, but not everyone has film.

Unknown

A photograph is like the recipe - a memory the finished dish.

Carrie Latet

Computers can now keep a man's every transgression recorded in a permanent memory bank, duplicating with complex programming and intricate wiring a feat his wife handles quite well without fuss or fanfare

Lane Olinghouse

Conservatism makes no poetry, breathes no prayer, has no invention; it is all memory. Reform has no gratitude, no prudence, no husbandry.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Some men's memory is like a box where a man should mingle his jewels with his old shoes.

George Savile

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory

Joseph Conrad

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

Anne Louise Germaine de Stael

Observation is an old man's memory.

Jonathan Swift

The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.

George Eliot

Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, / What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?

John Milton

With reference to the narrative of events, far from permitting myself to derive it from the first source that came to hand, I did not even trust my own impressions, but it rests partly on what I saw myself, partly on what others saw for me, the accuracy of the report being always tried by the most severe and detailed tests possible. My conclusions have cost me some labor from the want of coincidence between accounts of the same occurrences by different eyewitnesses, arising sometimes from imperfect memory, sometimes from undue partiality for one side or the other. The absence of romance in my history will, I fear, detract somewhat from its interest; but I shall be content if it is judged useful by those inquirers who desire an exact knowledge of the past as an aid to the interpretation of the future, which in the course of human things must resemble if it does not reflect it. My history has been composed to be an everlasting possession, not the showpiece of an hour.

Thucydides

April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

T S Eliot