Francois de La Rochefoucauld Quotes

How is it that we remember the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not remember how often we have recounted it to the same person?

Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

A poem is learned by heart and then not again repeated. We will suppose that after a half year it has been forgotten: no effort of recollection is able to call it back again into consciousness.

You never realize what a good memory you have until you try to forget something.

I think you remember everything ... you just can't bring it to mind all the time.

Short term memory is not good.

What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them.

I have a really bad memory, to be honest.

Why is it that I can remember so easily the lyrics to the opening theme song of 'Gilligan's Island?' Why do I remember these trivial things, and I can't remember the names of important collaborators?

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

I have an awful memory, and I have a great memory. Meaning that, if I'm trying to remember something, I can't remember it. But my recall is fantastic.

For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.

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.

You try and remember, but it never works.

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

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

If you can't remember the small things, how are you going to remember the big things? The mind is a real dangerous neighborhood to travel by ourselves.

Human memory is short and terribly fickle.

My memory's pretty much gone.

I can barely remember what I wrote yesterday, let alone 10 years ago.

Boy, you know, it's amazing how your brain can turn into a sieve, and you can literally forget episodes that you have shot.

Liars need to have good memories.

Occasionally, I have to think like myself to remember where I put something.

We have all forgot more than we remember.