Maybe that's who you are, what you remember. — Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
Maybe that's who you are, what you remember. — Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
Maybe that's who you are, what you remember. — Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
Maybe that's who you are, what you remember. — Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
Maybe that's who you are, what you remember. — Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
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Maybe that's who you are, what you remember.

— Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
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More “Memory” Quotes

[T]his jealousy gave him, if anything, an agreeable chill, as, to the sad Parisian who is leaving Venice behind him to r — Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
...but the loss of a memory, like the omission of a phrase during reading, rather than making for uncertainty, can lead — Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower
Sometimes the things that happen aren't as important as the things you remember. — Julia Walton, Words on Bathroom Walls
For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure. — Eduardo Galeano, Walking Words
Because with time blocking out the bad, memory is always bound to be a bit naive and stupidly optimistic. — Guy Delisle, Shenzhen: A Travelogue from China
Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others — S.J. Watson, Before I Go to Sleep
A word of warning here. The events as you remember them will never be the same in your memory once you have turned them — Judith Barrington, Writing the Memoir
The arrow of time obscures memory of both past and future circumstance with innumerable fallacies, the least trivial of — Ashim Shanker, Only the Deplorable
Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support — Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist
Memory works in different ways for everybody. Different capacities, different directions, too. Sometimes memory helps yo — Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes
Memory is this, not the target dead on centerbut the hurt unwept. — Carlos A. Angeles, A Bruise Of Ashes: Collected Poems
The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears. — Charles Wright