No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.
Gregory MaguireMostra la citazione in tedesco
Mostra la citazione in francese
Mostra la citazione in italiano
The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.
Terry PratchettTag: humor memory metaphor recollection hippo
The past informs the present. Memory makes the map we carry, no matter how hard we try to erase it.
Cara BlackTag: past memory map present-moment
I wonder sometimes what the memory of God looks like. Is it a palace of infinite rooms, a chest of many jeweled objects, a long, lonely landscape where each tree recalls an eon, each pebble the life of a man? Where do I live, in the memory of God?
Catherynne M. ValenteTag: god memory ponderings
When he recalls it in later years, he will wonder if he is distorting it, embellishing it, because each time he consciously recalls her, that forms a new memory, a new imprint to be stacked on top of the previous one. He fears that too much handling will make it crumble.
Abraham VergheseTag: memory
How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.
Lawrence DurrellIt is always worth itemizing happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers of happiness while you can.
Sebastian BarryPart of the function of memory is to forget; the omni-retentive mind will break down and produce at best an idiot savant who can recite a telephone book, and at worst a person to whom every grudge and slight is as yesterday's.
Christopher HitchensTag: forgiveness memory grudges forgetting savant-syndrome
How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but—mainly—to ourselves.
Julian BarnesYou can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all.
As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.
« prima precedente
Pagina 39 di 93.
prossimo ultimo »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.