Quotations About / On:
Memory ... is the diary that we all carry about with us.
(Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Miss Prism, in The Importance of Being Earnest, act 2.)
But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.
(Thomas Browne (1605-1682), British physician, author. Urn Burial, ch. 5 (1658).)
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).)
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).)
It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
(F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author, and Zelda Fitzgerald (1900-1948), U.S. writer. First published in Esquire (New York, June 1934). "Show Mr. and Mrs. F to Number," The Crack-Up, ed. Edmund Wilson (1945).)
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).)