Gerald Jampolsky Quotes

How paradoxical it is to search reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory.

When you're in a place, the details you focus on are different than details you focus on when you're writing about it.

I learned from an early age that my heritage, my love for people, and my desire to be a vehicle that can be used through my voice, that my expressions and actions can transport a person to experience a scene from the past, present and future.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

Whoever said love is blind is dead wrong. Love is the only thing that lets us see each other with the remotest accuracy.

I have loved eight women in my life. I remember every woman's face.

You know how it is. Every time you kiss someone else, in a way you always remember that very first time.

Experience is what you have after you've forgotten her name.

When you're close to somebody, you can never really know how they're experiencing the world.

I really think about the times that I've been through with my husband and all the stuff that we've been through together, and I think to those moments for inspiration for the role.

When those closest to us respond to events differently than we do, when they seem to see the same scene as part of a different play, when they say things that we could not imagine saying in the same circumstances, the ground on which we stand seems to tremble and our footing is suddenly unsure.

memory is to love what the saucer is to the cup.

No man truly has joy unless he lives in love.

Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation.

There is nothing like love. You should try it.” Thibault shrugged. “Maybe one day.

Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystalize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days. It is silent and elusive, refusing to be damned and dripped out day by day; it swirls through the mind while an entire lifetime can ride like foam on the deceptive, transparent waves and get sprayed onto the conciousness at ragged, unexpected intervals.

When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy--that it is builded upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.

If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?

To see something marvelous with your own eyes-that's wonderful enough. But when two of you see it, two of you together, holding hands, holding each other close, knowing that you'll both have that memory for the rest of your lives, but that each of you will only ever hold only have an incomplete half of it, and that it won't ever really exist as a whole until you're together, talking or thinking about that moment ...that's worth more than one plus one. It's worth four, or eight, or some number so large we can't even imagine it.

I learned a world from each / one whom I loved

You never understand anybody that loves you.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

What you see is not what we see. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.

Marriage is memory, marriage is time.

Everything I know, I know because of love.