Quotations About / On: MEMORY
One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.
(Frank Moore Colby (1865-1925), U.S. editor, essayist. "Quotation and Allusion," vol. 1, The Colby Essays (1926).)
The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.
(Milan Kundera (b. 1929), Czech author, critic. Mirek, in The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, pt. 1, ch. 2 (1978, trans. 1980).)
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.
(Toni Morrison (b. 1931), U.S. fiction writer and essayist. As quoted in Grace Notes, Epigram, section 1, by Rita Dove (1989).)
Like ultraviolet rays memory shows to each man in the book of life a script that invisibly and prophetically glosses the text.
(Walter Benjamin (1892-1940), German critic, philosopher. repr. In One-Way Street and Other Writings (1978). "Madame ArianeSecond Courtyard on the Left," One-Way Street (1928).)
Nothing stands out so conspicuously, or remains so firmly fixed in the memory, as something which you have blundered.
(Marcus Tullius Cicero (106-43 B.C.), Roman orator, philosopher, statesman. De Oratore, I, 129.)
Television, despite its enormous presence, turns out to have added pitifully few lines to the communal memory.
(Justin Kaplan (b. 1925), U.S. literary historian, biographer, editor. Quoted in Observer (London, June 9, 1991).
On editing the 1992 edition of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations.)
It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs.
(Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), French novelist. Trans. by Stratton Buck (1966). Correspondance, letter, September 29, 1866, to George Sand, Conard (1926-1933).)
In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fibre of memory that can be touched by gentle issues.
(George Eliot [Mary Ann (or Marian) Evans] (20th century), British novelist. Ed. By Carolyn Warner. The Last Word, ch. 26 (1992).)
People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.
(François, Duc De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680), French writer, moralist. Maximes, no. 89 (1678).)
A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.
(Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), French novelist. Letter, March 15, 1842, to Ernest Chevalier, trans. by William G. Allen. Correspondance, I, p. 102, Conard (1926-1933).)