Memory is the power to revive again in our minds those ideas which after imprinting have disappeared, or have been laid aside out of sight.
And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power as she came across the room, to make the moon, which he detested, rise at Bourton on the terrace in the summer sky.
What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.
Had we a privilege of calling up by the power of memory only such passages as were pleasing, unmixed with such as were disagreeable, we might then excite at pleasure an ideal happiness, perhaps more poignant than actual sensation.
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!
Memory is a fascinating trickster. Words and images have enormous power and can easily displace actual experience over the years.
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
The strength of your memory dictates the size of your reality
Through using our memory to its fullest we can unlock the vast reservoir of human potential that isn't currently being used.
Memory: what wonders it performs in preserving and storing up things gone by - or rather, things that are
Astonishing things can be done with the human memory if you will devote it faithfully to one particular line of business.
I remember Karoi as a very hot, flat place, but in reality, it is all hills. We just lived next to an airstrip - the only flat piece of land around. That was my world as a three-year-old and sums up the indelible power of memory to a young child.
Killing your rival doesn’t guarantee happiness. Sometimes it ruins any chance you have of it instead. Memories of dead men hold far more power than the annoyances of living ones.
Through the power that memory gives us of thinking, feeling, imagining our way back through time we can at long last finally finish with the past in the sense of removing its power to hurt us and other people and to stunt our growth as human beings.
For I regard memory not as a phenomenon preserving one thing and losing another merely by chance, but as a power that deliberately places events in order or wisely omits them. Everything we forget about our own lives was really condemned to oblivion by an inner instinct long ago.
I've just got an exceptional memory, if I say so myself.
In old age, you realise that while you're divided from your youth by decades, you can close your eyes and summon it at will. As a writer it puts one at a distinct advantage.
Memory is like all other human powers, with which no man can be satisfied who measures them by what he can conceive, or by what he can desire.
You never realize what a good memory you have until you try to forget something.
Your memory is your first and best weapon, ladies. Learn to use it.
The memory, experiencing and re-experiencing, has such power over one's mere personal life, that one has merely lived.
The things that you saw earlier in your life generally have more power than the things you saw last week.
I'd love a super human memory. My memory has never been good.
