Quotes about Memory
We owe to memory not only the increase of our knowledge, and our progress in rational inquiries, but many other intellectual pleasures
— Samuel Johnson
I have no accurate knowledge of my age, never having seen any authentic record containing it.
— Frederick Douglass
Memory is the receptacle and sheath of all knowledge
— Cicero
It is no learning to understand what you do not retain.
— Dante Alighieri
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
— Cicero
In every cloud, in every tree — filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women — my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!
— Emily Bronte
I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
— Emily Bronte
It formed a sweet picture. The long light hair curled slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too graceful. I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual.
— Emily Bronte
And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!
— Emily Bronte
For what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at nights, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!
— Emily Bronte
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
— Emily Bronte
The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.
— Henry Ward Beecher