Pierre Loti Quotes

Remembrance of things past.

It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.

Everyone has ways of trying to find a way to memorise our past. There's something very poetic about that.

All the things that are in the past are in the past.

Our memory is and always will be as good as time travel gets, and in the meantime time will do the travelling for us.

My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. We possess nothing certainly except the past.

Yesterday is just a memory.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you can hardly unmake the present. But the past after all is merely to say a memory, a dream. You know my own past seems continually changed when I am remembering it, or reading things that are interesting to me.

[Memory] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.

There is no fence nor hedge round time that is gone. You can go back and have what you like of it if you can remember.

A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

I just find that there's something about looking back on interviews, whether for purposes of remembering what I said about something or if it's for posterity when I'm 75.

I don't really remember a lot of my childhood.

I do enjoy thinking about the past.

What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine?

In memory, you can access something from the past, anything that you've experienced that you remember - it's there. Now, you might have a memento of it in a photograph or in a film or a building or some clothes that you wore. There might be something that connects you to this memory. But all of us are just all caught in this time, whatever that is.

You probably wouldn't remember. I probably couldn't forget.

The past is one evil less and one memory more.

All our tastes are but reminiscences.

I still preserve those relics of past sufferings and experience, like pillars of witness set up in travelling through the valve of life, to mark particular occurrences. The footsteps are obliterated now; the face of the country may be changed; but the pillar is still there, to remind me how all things were when it was reared.

J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans. IhavemorememoriesthanifIwereonethousandyearsold.

Henry James seems most entirely in his element, doing that is to say what everything favors his doing, when it is a question of recollection. The mellow light which swims over the past, the beauty which suffuses even the commonest little figures of that

This moment will just be another story someday.