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| Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth. ~ Diane Ackerman, |
I am a miser of my memories of you
And will not spend them.
~ Witter Bynner |
| The man with a clear conscience probably has a poor memory. ~ Author Unknown |
| The sense of smell can be extraordinarily evocative, bringing back pictures as sharp as photographs of scenes that had left the conscious mind. ~ Thalassa Cruso, |
| The two offices of memory are collection and distribution. ~ Samuel Johnson |
| The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant. ~ Salvador Dali |
| Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it. ~ Michel de Montaigne |
| The faintest waft is sometimes enough to induce feelings of hunger or anticipation, or to transport you back through time and space to a long-forgotten moment in your childhood. It can overwhelm you in an instant or simply tease you, creeping into your consciousness slowly and evaporating almost the moment it is detected. ~ Stephen Lacey, |
| She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes. ~ Frank Deford |
| The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche |
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| Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. ~ From the movie |
| It’s surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time. ~ Barbara Kingsolver, |
| Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin. ~ Barbara Kingsolver, |
| I’m always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact. ~ Diane Sawyer |