Quotations About / On: MEMORY
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).)
Literature gives us a memory of lives we did not lead.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, New York (1984).)
I understood, by dint of digging into my memories, that modesty helped me to shine, humility helped me to triumph and virtue to oppress.
(Albert Camus (1913-1960), French-Algerian novelist, dramatist, philosopher. The Fall, p. 90, Gallimard (1956).)
All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.
(D.H. (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885-1930), British author. letter, Dec. 20, 1914. The Letters of D.H. Lawrence, vol. 2, eds. George J. Zytaruk and James T. Boulton (1981).)
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
(Cesare Pavese (1908-1950), Italian poet, novelist, translator. journal entry, Feb. 13, 1944. The Burning Brand: Diaries 1935-1950 (1950, trans. 1961).)
Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
(Adrienne Rich (b. 1929), U.S. poet. Of Woman Born, foreword (1976).)