Storm Jameson Quotes

The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.

Human beings have only that confusing mass of chemically driven neurological storage to rely on. They're all subjective and emotion-tinged. How can they trust any of their memories?

for how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them.

People say all kinds of things about the ingredients of songs. But you know they are a kind of magic, in the sense that they may easily include a stain on your bedroom wall... and a variety of mis-recollections. And then you name it after a girl's name that you just made up.

Memory, I realize, can be an unreliable thing; often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances

Memory is often less about truth than about what we want it to be.

Oh, I don't keep a journal. How you remember an incident is dictated by your emotional state at the time. How you receive the information that is coming in is definitely based on your history and who you are.

People forget the good, because the bad has more punch.

Memories have ways of becoming independent of the reality they evoke. They can soften us against those we were deeply hurt by or they can make us resent those we once accepted and loved unconditionally.

My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.

What we remember is probably fiction anyway.

Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystalize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days. It is silent and elusive, refusing to be damned and dripped out day by day; it swirls through the mind while an entire lifetime can ride like foam on the deceptive, transparent waves and get sprayed onto the conciousness at ragged, unexpected intervals.

Memory warps time, as it does the sights and sounds and smells of reality; for what shapes it is emotion, which can twist what seems clear, just as the surface of a pond seems to bend the stick thrust into the water.

Some people's lives are affected by what happens to their person or their property; but for others fate is what happens to their feelings and their thoughts -- that and nothing more.

People may correctly remember the events of twenty years ago (a remarkable feat), but who remembers his fears, his disgusts, his tone of voice? It is like trying to bring back the weather of that time.

What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.

Human beings are not creatures of logic; we are creatures of emotion. And we do not care what's true. We care how it feels.

The only faithfulness people have is to emotions they're trying to recapture

Music evokes emotion and emotion can bring it's memory.

That as people age, accumulate more and more private experiences, their sense of history tightens, narrows, becomes more personal? So that to the extent that they remember events of social importance, they remember only for example 'where they were' when such-and-such occurred. Et cetera et cetera. Objective events and data become naturally more and more subjectively colored.

People are persuaded by reason, but moved by emotion; [the leader] must both persuade them and move them.

... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?

Two things make the women unforgettable, their tears and their perfume

People tend to forget that the word "history" contains the word "story".

I like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened.