Susanna Moodie Quotes

Memory - the very skin of life.

Memory: what wonders it performs in preserving and storing up things gone by - or rather, things that are

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

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 each man's own last measure, and for some, the only achievement.

Memory is the medium of the must-have-been.

Memory is the receptacle and sheath of all knowledge

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

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] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.

Memory is the keyword which combines past with present, past and future.

Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.

Selection is the very keel on which our mental ship is built. And in this case of memory its utility is obvious. If we remembered everything, we should on most occasions be as ill off as if we remembered nothing.

Of all the faculties of the mind, memory is the first that flourishes, and the first that dies.

The evil of one murder is infinite, and my guilt is like my beauty - eternal. I cannot be forgiven, for there is no one to forgive me for all I've done.

Memory is so crazy! It's like we've got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we just keep forgetting, one after the other.

Whosoever does wrong, wrongs himself; whosoever does injustice, does it to himself, making himself evil.

Memory. My poison, my food.

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.

Pictures can live in one's memory. That's why they are important.

Memory, the warder of the brain.

Does one deserve to have evil done to her by consequence of putting herself where evil can reach her?

What would the future of man be if it were devoid of memory?

We are spinning our own fates, good or evil, and never to be undone. Every smallest stroke of virtue or of vice leaves its never so little scar. ...Nothing we ever do is, in strict scientific literalness, wiped out.

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