We do not remember days, we remember moments.
Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
I've always subscribed to an old Chinese proverb that the palest ink is better than the best memory.
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
The best things in life come in threes, like friends, dreams, and memories.
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.
And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.
The one who thinks over his experiences most, and weaves them into systematic relations with each other, will be the one with the best memory.
And last, my mom. I don’t think you know what you did. You had my brother when you were 18 years old. Three years later, I came out. The odds were stacked against us. Single parent with two boys by the time you were 21 years old. Everybody told us we weren’t supposed to be here. We went from apartment to apartment by ourselves. One of the best memories I had was when we moved into our first apartment, no bed, no furniture and we just sat in the living room and just hugged each other. We thought we made it.
After you're dead and buried and floating around whatever place we go to, what's going to be your best memory of Earth? What one moment for you defines what it's like to be alive on this planet? What's your takeaway? Fake yuppie experiences that you had to spend money on, like white water rafting or elephant rides in Thailand don't count. I want to hear some small moment from your life that proves you're really alive.
The things that go wrong often make the best memories.
Some of the best memories of my childhood that I have are the times that I played hooky from school so I could spend my days in the public library reading all the wonderful books at my disposal.
One of the best memories of my life is contemplating that first finished drawing and realizing I had cracked the code, that I could make drawings like this whenever I wanted.
or simply:
