Quotations About / On:
Hard though it may be to accept, remember that guilt is sometimes a friendly internal voice reminding you that you're messing up.
(Marge Kennedy (20th century), U.S. writer, and Janet Spencer King, writer. The Single Parent Family, ch. 6 (1994).)
Looking on oneself as something alien, forgetting the sight, remembering the gaze.
(Franz Kafka (1883-1924), Prague German Jewish author, novelist. The Third Notebook, December 6, 1917. The Blue Octavo Notebooks, ed. Max Brod, trans. by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins. Exact Change, Cambridge, MA (1991). Dearest Father: Stories and Other Writings, trans. by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins, New York, Schocken Books (1954).)
We cannot remember too often that when we observe nature, and especially the ordering of nature, it is always ourselves alone we are observing.
(G.C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenberg (1742-1799), German physicist, philosopher. "Notebook J," aph. 65, Aphorisms (written 1765-1799), trans. by R.J. Hollingdale (1990).)
Perhaps one day this too will be pleasant to remember.
(Virgil [Publius Vergilius Maro] (70-19 B.C.), Roman poet. Aeneid, bk. 1, l. 203.
Addressed to his men, referring to the difficulties of the journey to Latium.)
I have often seen an actor laugh off the stage, but I don't remember ever having seen one weep.
(Denis Diderot (1713-1784), French philosopher. repr. In Selected Writings, ed. Lester G. Crocker (1966). Paradox on Acting (first published 1830).)
After I was married a year I remembered things like radio stations and forgot my husband.
(P. J. Wolfson, John L. Balderston (1899-1954), U.S., and Karl Freund. Marie (Sarah Haden), Mad Love, to the one-year-married Mrs. Orlac, who is looking for a radio station (1935).)
She remembered home as a place where there were always too many children, a cross man and work piling up around a sick woman.
(Willa Cather (1873-1947), U.S. novelist. Jim Burden, in My Antonia, book III, ch. IV (1918; rev. 1926).
The narrator sums up Lina Lingard's critique of home and family.)
No one could be the way I remember my father.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Thirteenth Selection, New York (1994).)
I do not remember joy or sorrow in childhood, but listening for clues.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Tenth Selection, New York (1992).)
Remember the fun we had when you poisoned me?
(Robb White, and William Castle. Frederick Loren (Vincent Price), House on Haunted Hill, to his wife (1958).)