Mary E. Pearson Quotes

On the stem of memory imaginations blossom.

Memory is everything. Without it we are nothing.

Memory. My poison, my food.

Human memory works its own wheel, and stops where it will, entirely without reference to the last stop, and with no connection with the next.

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

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

When the brain is working to remember something, similar patterns of neurons fire as they did during the perception of the original event. These networks are linked, and each time we revisit them, they become stronger and more associated. But they need the proper retrieval cues--words, smells, images-- for them to be brought back as memories

Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.

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.

I think it would be just to say the most essential characteristic of mind is memory, using this word in its broadest sense to include every influence of past experience on present reactions.

Memory is the basis of every journey.

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

Memory offers up its gifts only when jogged by something in the present. It isn't a storehouse of fixed images and words, but a dynamic associative network in the brain that is never quiet and is subject to revision each time we retrieve an old picture or old words.

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.

A person's memory is everything, really. Memory is identity. It's you.

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

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.

Mind is memory, not intelligence.

The way real memories work, from what we understand, is really complex. And it's an interconnection of different things and redundancy in the brain. So the idea of a memory existing as a little snow globe - the way we represent it in the film - is actually not scientifically accurate at all.

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.

Memory, the warder of the brain.

Forgetting and remembering are governed by laws, but we cannot find out what they are.

La memoria no guarda películas, guarda fotografías.

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