Nawal El Saadawi Quotes

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'm always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.

Memory has always been fundamental for me. In fact, remembering what I had forgotten is the way most of the poems get started.

You can't recover memories of a missing event. That's a fallacy.

15 minutes will open up the amnesia and you'll have full recall.

I don’t remember.

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

Old memories are very easy to get except that once you write about something you've destroyed it.

In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

It will take mind and memory months and possibly years to gather together the details, and thus learn and know the whole extent of the loss.

To the best of my recollection, I must recall on my memory, I cannot remember

Memory. My poison, my food.

I can't wait to get my memory back. It sounds like I am a really cool person

I think memory is the most important asset of human beings. It's a kind of fuel; it burns and it warms you. My memory is like a chest: There are so many drawers in that chest, and when I want to be a fifteen-year-old boy, I open up a certain drawer and I find the scenery I saw when I was a boy in Kobe. I can smell the air, and I can touch the ground, and I can see the green of the trees. That's why I want to write a book.

Memory works like the collection glass in the Camera obscura: it gathers everything together and therewith produces a far more beautiful picture than was present originally.

Sometimes when I'm with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.

Memory is the crux of our humanity. Without memory we have no identities. That is really why I am committing an autobiography.

How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire

Memory - the very skin of life.

Memories may escape the action of the will, may sleep a long time, but when stirred by the right influence, though that influence be light as a shadow, they flash into full stature and life with everything in place

La memoria no guarda películas, guarda fotografías.

Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

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

Memory is the power to revive again in our minds those ideas which after imprinting have disappeared, or have been laid aside out of sight.

Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.