Memory Decline Quotes

In relative youth, we assume we'll remember everything. Someone should urge the young to think otherwise.

But as the cerebellum degrades with age, so does the quality of memories. The memories are there, but they're not as good.

Growing up in the days when you still had to punch buttons to make a telephone call, I could recall the numbers of all my close friends and family. Today, I'm not sure if I know more than four phone numbers by heart. And that's probably more than most.

...forgetting is vastly underrated as a mental operation.

The older you get the more new memories get wiped out, and you end up remembering more about your early life than what you did last week.

People ask me, How would you do as a contestant on the show? And I tell them I would do fairly well among senior citizens, but against a good thirty-year-old I would have trouble because I cannot recall information as quickly as I used to. You used to say something and I would go, boom, right away, very sharp. Now it's like, Oh, yes, but wait a minute, uh, uh.

Memory changes as a person matures.

She's forgetting,' Ellen said to Jack, plumping herself down on a chair. 'All of her life is leaking out of her. Soon there will be nothing left.

The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.

They say that your powers of memory are at their peak when you're 26, and it's all downhill after that.

Memory is this one attempt to not be erased by time. And I think that ties back to what I learned watching my grandmother lose her memories is, you know, we are all facing erasure eventually.

People can remember their childhood, but events from four or five years ago are in a never-never land.

My memory is not that good anymore.

One of the unique things about the human brain is that it can do only what it thinks it can do. The minute you say 'my memory isn't what it used to be' or 'I can't remember a thing today.' You are actually training your brain to live up to your diminished expectations.

I have a memory problem. My family and friends call me Lady Ghajini.

The older I get, the less I remember.

I have lost my short-term memory - I'm just getting blonder by the day.

I have resolved to pick one novel and just read it over and over again for the rest of my life, because I cannot remember anything anymore.

Old age is as forgetful as youth, and more incorrigible; it displays the same inattentiveness to conditions; its memory becomes self-repeating and degenerates into an instinctive reaction, like a bird's chirp.

My brain- the older I get, it holds even less. There's not the capacity I would wish there to be.

It's not that we simply get old, and memory starts to go, and sleep starts to deteriorate. But those two things actually are significantly interrelated.

I have a really bad memory, to be honest.

One of the strangest aspects of living with certain kinds of memory loss is knowing that the forgetting is happening.

My memory about names and places now is dreadful. But lines, I can remember.

Fortunately, human forgetting follows a pattern. We forget exponentially. A graph of our likelihood of getting the correct answer on a quiz sweeps quickly downward over time and then levels off.