Christopher Fry Quotes

One look at each other and it was immediately understood that they both needed a clean slate,,, The obliteration of memory.

There's a brief moment when you first wake up, where you have no memories. A blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness.

The color white is the absence of memory.

Memory is corrupted and ruined by a crowd of memories. If I am going to have a true memory, there are a thousand things that must first be forgotten. Memory is not fully itself when it reaches only into the past. A memory that is not alive to the present does not remember the here and now, does not remember its true identity, is not memory at all. He who remembers nothing but facts and past events, and is never brought back into the present, is a victim of amnesia.

You lose your immortality when you lose your memory.

One of the Georges - I forget which - once said that a certain number of hours´ sleep each night - I cannot recall at the moment how many - made a man something which for the time being has slipped my memory.

Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? There is a second of consciousness that is clean again. A second that is you, without memory or experience, the animal warm and waking into a brand new world. There is the sun dissolving the dark, and light as clear as music, filling the room where you sleep and the other rooms behind your eyes.

The episodes all blend together for me, so I don't remember. I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning. I always feel I must be such a disappointment to them.

I'd wake up in the morning and I would think, 'Where am I?' I'd have to gather myself.

I don't like talking about bygones.

If I forget, then it might as well never have happened. Memory is liberty.

Continents of memory had been lost.

I have the worst memory ever so no matter who comes up to me - they're just, like, 'I can't believe you don't remember me!" I'm like, 'Oh Dad I'm sorry!

I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

Forgetfulness, the unhistorical, is ... the atmosphere, in which alone life can come into being. In order to understand it, let us imagine a youth who is seized with a passion for a woman, or a man who is swayed by a passion for his work. In both cases what lies behind them has ceased to exist and yet this state (the most unhistorical that can be imagined) is that in which every action, every great deed is conceived and accomplished.

Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.

My memory is so bad that many times I forget my own name.

The girls I've dated hate me a little because I can't remember anything about first dates or when we kissed. I have the worst memory in the world!

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.

Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.

I don't remember yesterday. I pretty much live in the moment.

There is nothing that makes a man more self-satisfied than a poor memory.

I have terrible short-term memory loss, which I like to think of as Presidential eligibility.

I have no memory, any at all, of actually performing the play, no recall in terms of the lines. I can't tell you any line from any play I've ever done.

I can't read music and I'm crap at learning lyrics. Especially since the accident I have memory problems. I can't remember words, names, places.