Memories Quotes

I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far...

She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand th...

I've always been fascinated by memory and dreams because they are both completely our own. No one el...

You know, sometimes it's nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if ...

She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have...

It's a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.

Time goes on, and your life is still there, and you have to live it. After a while you remember the ...

Things could change Gabe. Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way fo...

And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how w...

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to ...

It's just that...without the memories, it's all meaningless.

Why do you and I have to hold these memories?''It gives us wisdom.

No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their...

In art, either as creators or participators, we are helped to remember some of the glorious things w...

I remembered his laugh, like a flock of crows taking off

Memories are like dreams. You remember how you got to the front of the classroom with no clothes on.

When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and...

It is said that nothing in our lives is ever lost, that nothing can prevent its having been. That is...

It was that evening, when my mother abdicated her authority, that marked the beginning, along with t...

It disturbs me that he can remember some of these things about himself, but not others; that the thi...

A place with no handholds,no landmarks,no past at all:That would have been too much like dying

An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now.

I and the girl in the picture have ceased to be the same person. I am her outcome, the result of the...

I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like p...

My first memories of religion were being taken to Episcopal church. My father was Catholic, but my m...

It is...difficult to describe someone, since memories are by their nature fragmented, isolated, and ...

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.

There is so little to remember of anyone - an anecdote, a conversation at a table. But every memory ...

If you remember the pleasure of hearing a story many times, and you will remember that while you wer...

And yet, even as she spoke, she knew that she did not wish to come back. not to stay, not to live. S...

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memo...

She would never truly be her own woman if she allowed fear and old memories to dictate where she wou...

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

Memories are doing funny things to us.

I imagine the feelings of two people meeting after many years. In the past they spent some time toge...

The termites of reduction have always gnawed away at life: even the greatest love ends up as a skele...

We will never remember anything by sitting in one place waiting for the memories to come back to us ...

she had experienced something beautiful, and he had failed to experience it with her. The two ways i...

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

Memories are not in places, Papa. Memories are in your mind. They're here, too.

And a man without memories is just a shell.

As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever ...

...and then I began to drift, fighting tears. I used to come here with Miriam. Miriam, my heart's de...

Why don’t we keep track of the happy moments, so that afterward we will believe them? Is he the same...

Suffering is part of life,' she said. 'All the parts of life are jumbled up together; you can't sepa...

Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of ...

She tasted the day he lost his first job. She tasted the morning he had awakened, still drunk, in hi...

Different people remember things differently, and you’ll not get any two people to remember anything...

Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything...

Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

When you're young, you don't have any experience - you're charged up, but you're out of control. And...

I lit a fire and sat there in my rocking chair. We lit a candle for him. It was as simple as that. I...

There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have ...

Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.

A society is defined as much by how it comes to terms with its past as by its attitude toward the fu...

My prolonged study of these photographs led me to appreciate the importance of perserving certain mo...

...it seemed to me that the entire world was like a palace with countless rooms whose doors opened i...

Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris...

After all, isn't the purpose of the novel, or of a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories w...

Time had not faded my memories (as I had prayed to God it might), nor had it healed my wounds as it ...

The power of things inheres in the memories they gather up inside them, and also in the vicissitudes...

I am old enough now to have all the memories of my people locked within my head. I remember things t...

Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.

There is much that I remember but which is painful to dwell on. I see no need to write about these t...

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.

The days aren't discarded or collected, they are beesthat burned with sweetness or maddenedthe sting...

Why, Reshi?"The words poured out of Bast in a sudden gush. "Why did you stay there when it was so aw...

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

We live in deeds not years In thoughts not breaths In feelings not figures on a dial. We should coun...

How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no re...

Obviously the facts are never just coming at you but are incorporated by an imagination that is form...

Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?

Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carv...

...we should be remembered for the things we do. The things we do are the most important things of a...

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to hon...

Wishes are memories coming from our future!

There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do...

There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do...

I didn't mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It...

Suddenly, no one, including me, was in Guescheste anymore; they weren't in Miami or Cuba; they weren...

Devon holds a special place in my heart. As a child, I normally went on holiday to Bantham and have ...

The psychologist Elizabeth Loftus has shown great courage, in the face of spiteful vested interests,...

She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn't drink it with her medication. She ...

It's just this: that there are places we all come from-deep-rooty-common places- that makes us who w...

Bouncing on beds, I remember from childhood, is a great depression reliever.

The future was becoming past, everything vanished into the void, and reaching back to grasp for some...

Depression is a red herring," said Nariman. "I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age,...

Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.

Ah God! to see the branches stir Across the moon at Grantchester! To smell the thrilling-sweet and r...

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rat...

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,And walking up the long beach all aloneI heard the wav...

Stephen kissed me in the spring,Robin in the fall,But Colin only looked at meAnd never kissed at all...

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplic...

I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't unders...

But you smiled at me and said consolingly, "People come back again.""Yes" I said, "they come back, b...

But there, war does not care for predetermination; it also destroys in fury that wich is immaterial,...

Some memories were all right, but others were dangerous.

No, honey. Maybe you can put the things from the Overlook away in lockboxes, but not memories. Never...

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.