Maya Lin Quotes

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

Memory is the first casualty of middle age, if I remember correctly.

The past has an undeniable grip on everyone, except, perhaps, amnesiacs.

One of the strangest aspects of living with certain kinds of memory loss is knowing that the forgetting is happening.

At 60, I could do the same things I could do at 30, if I could only remember what those things are.

The things we remember best are those better forgotten.

I can barely remember what I wrote yesterday, let alone 10 years ago.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

Sometimes I'm like Dory from 'Finding Nemo.' I can't remember facts.

My teammates will tell you I find it hard to remember what happened two weeks earlier, let alone what happened a decade and a half back.

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

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

Generally people forget the past and the path they took.

The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams?

One forgets so quickly one's own youth.

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

I would imagine that what you try to do is to - is to be as sensitive to the environment that surrounds you as possible. As you see, my work has become increasingly global. My presence in the world has become increasingly global.

You lose your immortality when you lose your memory.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought or dreamed matter?

He who forgets will be destined to remember.

He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself.

Remembering is the most overrated thing. Forgetting is far superior.