Traumatic Memories Quotes

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

My home and my upbringing and just the problems in my family within my extended family were such that it truly was a mix of the good, bad, and the ugly.

After the 9/11 apocalypse happened in New York City, people, particularly New Yorkers, who breathed in the ash, or saw the results of that, have a tendency to keep seeing echoes and having flashbacks to it.

My only memories of school are of being beaten, of being hit in the playground, of masters poking their fingers in my chest all day.

People always remember the worst day of their lifes. It becomes a part of them forever.

Well. I don't suppose you have to believe in ghosts to know that we are all haunted, all of us, by things we can see and feel and guess at, and many more things that we can't.

More to the point, I know why soldiers, home from war, seldom tell their families about their exploits in more than general terms. We who survive must go on in the names of those who fall, but if we dwell too much on the vivid details of what we've witnessed of man's inhumanity to man, we simply can't go on. perseverance is impossible if we don't permit ourselves to hope.

I really look at my childhood as being one giant rusty tuna can that I continue to recycle in many different shapes.

I remember being scared to death of horror movies as a kid. Sometimes, I missed the whole movie because I was so scared and couldn't look.

I hated school. Even to this day, when I see a school bus it's just depressing to me. The poor little kids.

I've got a prostate the size of a honeydew and a head full of bad memories.

Memory is the most malicious cutter of all, preserving, recasting, panning in slow motion across the awful bits so that we retain every detail.

When I was 5, someone thought it was smart to let me watch The People Under the Stairs. It might not have even been that scary, but I do remember skinned people in cages under the stairs and a man who lived in a wall without a tongue… and that’s why I cry after sex.

Chevy Stevens is in top form. ALWAYS WATCHING is a tense and twisty exploration of dark memories, hidden pasts, and a place that seems like heaven but might be hell. This is a deep and exciting novel, as unsettling as it is gripping.

If sentiment doesn't ultimately make fibbers of some people, their natural abominable memories almost certainly will.

The hurts of childhood that must be avenged: so small and so huge.

Why do people have memories? It would be easier to die - anything to stop remembering.

I fled communism as a child. That's an experience that can shape you forever.

The worst nightmare I ever had about Vietnam was that I had to go back. I woke up in a sweat, in total terror.

When you talk to people who have been in combat, there's a sensory overload that happens. The color becomes vivid. Sounds become more pronounced. People talk about how, for them, the war was technicolor and real life was black and white after the war.

I’m packed with broken glass and memories and it all hurts.

Listen to me, Cammie. There are things in this life…in this world…There are things that you don’t want to remember.” - Rachel Morgan

But there's food if you know how to find it. My father knew and he taught me some before he was blown to bits in a mine explosion. There was nothing even to bury. I was eleven then. Five years later, I still wake up screaming for him to run.

For that was the terrible power of the dementors: to force their victims to relive the worst memories of their lives, and drown, powerless, in theirown despair. . . .

Keep out of the past. It is haunted.