Memories and Recollections

When a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind. . . . When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the room along with her.

I forgot in Camelot

You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.

Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.

If something is to stay in the memory it must be burned in: only that which never ceases hurting stays in the memory.

Happiness: being able to forget or, to express in a more learned fashion.

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.

When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.

It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.

It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

The true tomb of the dead is the heart of the living.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

We do not remember days; we remember moments.

Count reminiscences like money .

Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them: those we spent with a favorite book.

In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight. It goes with him. . . . Not people die but worlds die in them.