Victor Hugo Quotes

Memory is the basis of every journey.

Memory, in my opinion, is a complete noodle. It hangs on the silliest things but forgets the stuff that really matters.

People's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.

On the stem of memory imaginations blossom.

Why do people have memories? It would be easier to die - anything to stop remembering.

For as long as I can remember, I've had memories.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August]

The hippocampus helps record both types of memories initially, and it helps retain them for the medium term. The hippocampus also helps us access old personal memories in long-term storage in other parts of the brain.

It sometimes occurs that memory has a personality of its own and volunteers or refuses its information at its will, not at mine.

Memory feeds imagination.

Memory is everything. Without it we are nothing.

believe that you've had most of your important memories by the time you're thirty. After that, memory becomes water overflowing into an already full cup. New experiences just don't register in the same way or with the same impact. I could be shooting heroin with the Princess of Wales, naked in a crashing jet, and the experience still couldn't compare to the time the cops chased us after we threw the Taylors' patio furniture into their pool in eleventh grade.

I think of memory as a game, that is as something one engages in with a very profound kind of "playfulness."

Memory is like a spiderweb that catches new information. The more it catches, the bigger it grows. And the bigger it grows, the more it catches.

Memory was such a worthless thing, really. Nothing it dealt with was attainable. It was concerned with phantom acts and feelings, with all that was uncapturable except in thought. It was without satisfaction.

We consider ourselves as defective in memory, either because we remember less than we desire, or less than we suppose others to remember.

We do not know where to look, or what to look for, when something is memorized. We do not know what it means, or what change there is in the nervous system, when a fact is learned. This is a very important problem which has not been solved at all.

I've been around a long time, and I've been interested in memory for a long time. And one of my earlier interests in molecular biology of memory led me to define the switch that converts short term to long term memory.

While the hippocampus itself doesn't store memories, it serves to triage our experiences based upon their survival significance.

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

The incidence of memory is like light from dead stars whose influence lingers long after the events themselves.

Attention is the stuff that memory is made of, and memory is accumulated genius.

My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.

I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence.

Memory is a fascinating trickster. Words and images have enormous power and can easily displace actual experience over the years.