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Intelligence is not only the ability to reason; it is also the ability to find relevant material in memory and to deploy attention when needed.
After you've read a novel, you only retain a vague memory of its contents. You remember the atmosphere, the odd image or phrase or vivid cameo.
For every man with a baseball story - a memory of a moment at the plate or in the field - there is a woman with a couldn't-play-baseball story.
Memory is the most malicious cutter of all, preserving, recasting, panning in slow motion across the awful bits so that we retain every detail.
The human body is not the person. Identity is the way the brain operates; it's memories, it's sensory input and output. The mind is the person.
We humans are different - our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them, our recollections in their retelling.
You live long enough, you lose enough people, you learn to appreciate the memories you have and stop begrudging the ones you never got to make.
What I have done is worthy of nothing but silence and forgetfulness, but what God has done for me is worthy of everlasting and thankful memory.
You tell me these two were my parents, so now I know but it's a memory that you've given me. I'll remember the photo from now on, but not them.
I shattered that memory by going back there. Without realizing it until it was too late, I replaced that memory with the emptiness of that day.
I always wanted to be a father. I have a beautiful relationship with my dad and beautiful memories. I always knew I was going to have a family.
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.
Just as food eaten without appetite is a tedious nourishment, so does study without zeal damage the memory by not assimilating what it absorbs.
The sense of smell can be extraordinarily evocative, bringing back pictures as sharp as photographs of scenes that had left the conscious mind.
What we refer to confidently as memory is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling.
Memory is like a spiderweb that catches new information. The more it catches, the bigger it grows. And the bigger it grows, the more it catches.
Look out, Death: I am coming.-Art thou not glad? what talks we'll have.-What memories of old battles.-Come, bring the bowl, Death; I am thirsty.
I don't think you can erase memory, you can just bury it, and when we're ready to process old traumas they can reveal themselves in unique ways.
The politics around trade has always been tough, particularly in the Democratic party, because people have memories of outsourcing and job loss.
Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.
We lose everything because everything remains except us. And therefore any form of posterity may be an affront, and perhaps any memory, as well.
Perhaps, if we don't always have a conscious conscience, we have a subliminal one, from which the memory of past wrongs is not so easily erased.
The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not... but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live in memories.
The photo replaces the memory. When someone dies, after a while you can't visualize them anymore, you only remember them through their pictures.
As long as there are memories, yesterday remains. As long as there is hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as there is friendship, today is beautiful.
I think writing is an act of remembrance, I think that Instagram is an act of remembrance, and I think curating a show is an act of memory, too.
memory is both the curse of grief and the eventual talisman against it; what at first seems unbearable becomes the succor that can outlast pain.
I have a remarkable memory; I forget everything. It is wonderfully convenient. It is as though the world were constantly renewing itself for me.
I have a very strong visual memory of the first time I made him laugh. That was remarkable. I was like, "Oh, God, I just made Jack Benny laugh."
On the mountains of memory by the world's wellsprings, in all man's eyes, where the light of life of him is on all past things, death only dies.
I love that the idea of examining memory, and the way memory is edited was made more interesting because it was being filtered through a writer.
Memory is a great artist. For every man and for every woman it makes the recollection of his or her life a work of art and an unfaithful record.
I can't read music and I'm crap at learning lyrics. Especially since the accident I have memory problems. I can't remember words, names, places.
Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say.
Before you know it it's 3 am and you're 80 years old and you can't remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.
Memory and creativity are essential to education, but if you teach memory incorrectly, it is a total waste of time, and it will inhibit learning.
I just like to bring energy. I always try to create a moment. Memories are important to me, and I like my look to go with the mood or the moment.
I have a phenomenal memory. I remember every single thing that anybody said to me, ever did to me, who was nice to me and who was not nice to me.
The human brain is like a memory system that records every thing that happens to us and makes intelligent predictions based on those experiences.
Who wants to put together something that will bear some relationship to the vision or memory or experience or story or idea or dream or whatever.
My first and strongest memories about perfume come from childhood, from my mother, and they are a complex blend of her private and public selves.
Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.
My memory is not so good so my most memorable show is the last one I played. Songs are written with intention but they only emerge in the moment.
The mind of a human being is formed only of comparisons made in order to examine analogies, and therefore cannot precede the existence of memory.
All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever.
It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.
Memory is not a simple replay. The bits of information that we recover from the past are often influenced by our knowledge, beliefs and feelings.
Our sense of self is a kind of construct. It is in some ways like a novel, and it's like a fabric of fictions that we patch together from memory.
I adored my mother, and I will always have extraordinary memories about her and remember her, and she opened the doors for me to appreciate arts.
Don't throw yourself at someone because of who you think they are, throw yourself at someone because you know you're both in it for the memories.