Memory works according to meaning and when something is important to you the Google in your brain brings it forward all of a sudden.
I think that we are already making steps toward mapping out the brain so we can identify the chemical patterns that create and store memory.
According to materialistic science any memory requires a material substrate such as the neuronal network in the brain or the DNA molecules of the genes.
Where past generations had film cameras scrapbooks notebooks and that part of the brain which stores memories we now have a smartphone app for every conceivable recording need.
There are cognitive processes and limbic reactions associated with basic emotions. And you can change brain chemistry but you're still not going to change memories and experiences in a human being.
I'm about to turn 60 and most of my memories reside in the brain of my wife.
I think that I cannot immediately see the route by which we should really understand memory and the workings of the brain.
Time is eating away my memory. Time and this illness this trespasser in my brain.
Homeopaths do not have a physical brain but merely 'skull water' with the memory of brains.
No one to hate except the slim fish of memory that slides in and out of my brain.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow Raze out the written troubles of the brain
The human brain is like a memory system that records every thing that happens to us and makes intelligent predictions based on those experiences.
The outsourcing of our memory to machines expands the amount of data to which we have access but degrades our brainâ??s own ability to remember things.
The mammalian brain evolved exquisite place memory because that was essential for survival. This is why squirrels have such a good memory for where they buried their nuts.
Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened what was said and when.
I was dominated soul brain and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.