Jenny Downham Quotes

Boy, you know, it's amazing how your brain can turn into a sieve, and you can literally forget episodes that you have shot.

There are times, they occur with increasing frequency nowadays, when I seem to know nothing, when everything I know seems to have fallen out of my mind like a shower of rain, and I am gripped for a moment in paralysed dismay, waiting for it all to come back but with no certainty that it will.

My great frustration is that, more and more, my memories come and go, and friends all my life are not recognized. Many of the things I say and do, I can no longer remember even right afterwards.

Whether it's my age or my misspent youth, sometimes I forget whether I've worked with somebody or not.

Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.

My memories pale as I prevail upon them again and again. They become more and more ghostly. I fear nothing so much as losing them altogether and having only my blank endless mind to live in.

Holes in the memory. You grab on to some things, others have completely disappeared.

You know, as you get older, the first thing you lose is memory. It seems to be happening with me.

I have lost my short-term memory - I'm just getting blonder by the day.

Tip-of-the-tongue syndrome is when people almost remember something but need a computer, or someone else, to help them find it. The problem is, our brains have always been terrible at remembering details. They were like that way before the Internet came along.

One of the strangest aspects of living with certain kinds of memory loss is knowing that the forgetting is happening.

There are a lot of times when I walk into a room and forget why I walked in there. I'm going through some studies right now, and I am going to do a brain scan.

My memory's pretty much gone.

A lot of my past is gone from my mind.

I can barely remember what I wrote yesterday, let alone 10 years ago.

I walk into rooms and I don't know why I'm there. I'm like, 'Why am I standing in front of the toilet now?'

God, my brain really goes to mush when I'm pregnant.

My memory's not too good.

I was frustrated I couldn't remember stuff, and I got real upset. It was driving me nuts.

My brain is like a cross between a colander and a Lazy Susan - thin, slow, and it leaks.

It's a weakness of mine to forget what it is I've just been talking about so that when people make witty allusions to it, I stare at them open-mouthed, not knowing what they're talking about.

The Lyme disease had so severely affected my brain functioning that it was extremely hard for me to think, form sentences, and stay focused.

My memory is not that good anymore.

The older you get the more new memories get wiped out, and you end up remembering more about your early life than what you did last week.

I'm not as sharp as I used to be.