Georges Duhamel Quotes

The pen will never be able to move fast enough to write down every word discovered in the space of memory. Some things have been lost forever, other things will perhaps be remembered again, and still other things have been lost and found and lost again. There is no way to be sure of any this.

Human memory is short and terribly fickle.

Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

To learn from experience, we must remember it, and, for a variety of reasons, memory is a faithless friend.

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing.

And we forget because we must and not because we will.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

I've never worked with a tail, that I can remember. But there's so much I can't remember.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

The good thing about people really is their iffy-ness and dodginess, isn't it?

Nothing is fixed or foolproof; I have no delusion about that.

I trust anybody's memory more than I trust mine.

Memory is, of course, a trickster.

Trust is as slippery as a basket of eels sometimes.

At the time I could no more believe my eyes than now I can trust my memory.

When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

The existence of forgetting has never been proved: We only know that some things don't come to mind when we want them.

To the best of my recollection, I must recall on my memory, I cannot remember

Any memory for the most part depending on chance.

She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.

Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

I spend all my time trying to keep thoughts away and ignore them....But here you are, trying to remember your own life, writing your thoughts down so that you don't forget. I suddenly realized what it would be like not to know, not to remember.

Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it?

It was hard to remember what the yard had looked like even twelve hours before, undisturbed and pristine. Like it takes so little to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.