Quotes about memories
memories writing thinking
I think history is collective memories. In writing, I'm using my own memory, and I'm using my collective memory. Haruki Murakami
memories book writing
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. Haruki Murakami
memories gone may
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun. Haruki Murakami
memories heart gleam
The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Haruki Murakami
memories dark sorrow
What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow. Haruki Murakami
memories taken self
Our memory is made up of our individual memories and our collective memories. The two are intimately linked. And history is our collective memory. If our collective memory is taken from us - is rewritten - we lose the ability to sustain our true selves. Haruki Murakami
memories philosophy dirty
You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. Haruki Murakami
memories past devouring
The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory. Haruki Murakami
memories weather leaving
Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory. Haruki Murakami
memories people age
Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade. Haruki Murakami
memories people littles
People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die. Haruki Murakami
memories battle world
That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories. Haruki Murakami
memories new-day people
Here, too, a brand-new day is beginning. It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the memory. In either case, for now, for most people, it is a blank sheet of paper. Haruki Murakami
memories colorless erase
You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them Haruki Murakami
memories body may
Now and then may not be enough…You have to enjoy it while you’re still young. enjoy it to the fullest. You can use the memories of what you did to warm your body after you get old and can’t do it anymore. Haruki Murakami
memories heart light
We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness Haruki Murakami
memories writing home
Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory. This really came home to me once I started writing fiction, that memory seemd a kind of fiction, or vice versa. Either way, no matter how hard you try to put everything neatly into shape, the context wanders this way and that, until finally the context isn't even there anymore... Warm with life, hopeless unstable. Haruki Murakami
memories flower heart
Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library. Haruki Murakami
memories war struggle
Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about everyday, too many new things we have to learn. But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone. Haruki Murakami
memories matter oblivion
No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. Haruki Murakami
memories wind names
Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment. Harlan Ellison
memories doors ease
Painful memories didn't just ease back in-they shoved the door open hard, all of them and all at once Harlan Coben
memories oil childhood
My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda. Hamish Bowles
memories hero struggle
In every man the memory of the struggles and the heroes of the past is alive. But these memories are not incompatible with the desire for peace in the future. Gustav Stresemann
memories dating pharaohs
It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs. Gustave Flaubert
memories two together
Remembering the ball became for Emma a daily occupation. Every time Wednesday came round, she told herself when she woke up: 'Ah! One week ago...two weeks ago...three weeks ago, I was there!' And, little by little, in her memory, the faces all blurred together; she forgot the tunes of the quadrilles; no longer could she so clearly picture the liveries and the rooms; some details disappeared, but the yearning remained. Gustave Flaubert
memories firsts anticipation
Pleasure is found first in anticipation, later in memory. Gustave Flaubert
memories thinking way
Memory is often - perhaps usually - a distorting lens: what we think we remember isn't the way it was at all. It's what we'd like to remember. Graydon Carter
memories technology cost
I remember the difficulty we had in the beginning replacing magnetic cores in memories and eventually we had both cost and performance advantages. But it wasn't at all clear in the beginning. Gordon Moore
memories appreciate family-and-friends
However amazing a dish looks, it is always the taste that lingers in your memory. Family and friends will appreciate a meal that tastes superb-even if you've brought the pan to the table. Gordon Ramsay
memories truth use
Correctitude implies nowadays a formal or fastidious use of words; and what is wanted is not so much the correct as the living use of words. It is the memory of the meaning of a word which is the life of the word. Gilbert K. Chesterton
memories believe autumn
Man knows that there are in the soul tints more bewildering, more numberless, and more nameless that the colors of an autumn forest....Yet he seriously believes that these things can every one of them , in all their tones and semi-tones, in all their blends and unions, be accurately represented by an arbitrary system of grunts and squeals. He believes that an ordinary civilized stockbroker can really produce out of his own inside noises which denote all the mysteries of memory and all the agonies of desire. Gilbert K. Chesterton
memories book thinking
There are many books which we think we have read when we have not. There are, at least, many that we think we remember when we do not. An original picture was, perhaps, imprinted upon the brain, but it has changed with our own changing minds. We only remember our remembrance. Gilbert K. Chesterton