Elie Wiesel Quotes

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.

Remembrance of things past.

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

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.

Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.

I do enjoy thinking about the past.

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

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

Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.

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.

How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire

Memories just get richer with time.

Recordar: To remember; from the Latin records, to pass back through the heart

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.

I think memory is essential to what we are. If we - we wouldn't be able to talk to each other without memory. And what we think of as the present really is the past. It is made out of 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.

memory is the only way home.

Every man is obsessed by the memories of his own youth.

Memory is the basis of every journey.

Yesterday is just a memory.

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.

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

All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them.

Perhaps it’s that you can’t go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. They become the tangible landscape of memory, the places that made you, and in some way you too become them. They are what you can possess and in the end what possesses you.