Richard M. Weaver Quotes

You may forget with whom you laughed, but you will never forget with whom you wept.

Exhibitions of minority art are often intended to make the minority itself more aware of its collective experience. Reinforcing the common memory of miseries and triumphs will, it is expected, strengthen the unity of the group and its determination to achieve a better future. But emphasizing shared experience as opposed to the artist's consciousness of self (which includes his personal and unshared experience of masterpieces) brings to the fore the tension in the individual artist between being an artist and being a minority artist.

words can never get at the truth.

You and I are like the first two people on earth who at the beginning of the world had nothing to cover themselves with - at the end of it, you and I are just as stripped and homeless. And you and I are the last remembrance of all that immeasurable greatness which has been created in all the thousands of years between their time and ours, and it is in memory of all that vanished splendour that we live and love and weep and cling to one another.

Your own photography is never enough. Every photographer who has lasted has depended on other peoples pictures too - photographs that may be public or private, serious or funny, but that carry with them a reminder of community.

If man has one good memory to go by, that may be enough to save him.

We may not have a future, but you can't deny we have a past.

We have not read an author till we have seen his object, whatever it may be, as he saw it.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

Language was invented to ask questions.

Those memories that are engraved within me become teaching tools, ways of connecting with others, of creating an empathic bridge, of reaching out a hand and saying, I've been there, too.

We're all under the same sky and walk the same earth; we're alive together during the same moment.

It may be said that his wit shines at the expense of his memory.

The energy is still similar because I saw some old footage of us when we were in France that they'd dredged up out of God knows where and I was like, the energy is still there.

The woman hanging from the 13th floor window on the east side of Chicago is not alone...She is all the women of the apartment building who stand watching her, watching themselves.

Memories shift like loose snow in a wind, or are a chorale of ghosts all talking over one another. There is only ever a sense that what is real to me is not real to others, and to share a memory with someone is to risk sullying my belief in what has truly happened.

It's all those stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are

The nature of language may determine what most people say, but I always speak my own meaning.

Every hour spent on the Caine was a great hour in all our lives-if you don't think so now you will later on, more and more.

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.

If a people have no word for something, either it does not matter to them or it matters too much to talk about.

A people without the memories of heroic suffering and sacrifices are a people without a history.

Listen, I would say, this is not how I thought our lives would go; and may be we cannot find our way out of this alley. But there is no one I'd rather be lost with.

A large group of us were crowded into the Gestapo hall, and at that moment the circumstances of all our lives were the same. All of us occupied the same space, the men behind the desk no less than those about to be questioned. What distinguished each of us was only our inner attitude.

Spouses have each other, and even when one eventually dies, they have memories of a time when they existed before that other person and can more readily imagine a life without them. Likewise, parents may have other children to be concerned with--a future to protect for them. To lose a sibling is to lose the one person with whom one shares a lifelong bond that is meant to continue on into the future.