Memory Quotes

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

Then he remembered his wedding, the old times, the first pregnancy of his wife; he, too, had been ve...

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exis...

There are some delightful places in this world which have a sensual charm for the eyes. One loves th...

She was afraid to suggest to him that to most people, nothing "happens." That most people merely liv...

Memory likes to play hide-and-seek, to crawl away. It tends to hold forth, to dress up, often needle...

If after I depart this vale you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost forgive some...

The cloudless day is richer at its close;A golden glory settles on the lea;Soft, stealing shadows hi...

Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way.

You are in no man's land. Which never moves, which never changes, which never grows older, but remai...

As it is?

Listen. You know what it's like when you're in a room with the light on and then suddenly the light ...

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.

You can hide memories, but you can't erase the history that produced them.Sara looked directly into ...

To what extent facts we recognize as such really are as they seem, and to what extent these are fact...

Robbing people of their actual history is the same as robbing them of part of themselves. It’s a cri...

I think memory is the most important asset of human beings. It’s a kind of fuel; it burns and it war...

My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father tol...

The ones who did it can always rationalize their actions and even forget what they did. They can tur...

His mind floated in the amniotic fluid of memory, listening for echoes of the past. His father, mean...

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive...

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere then evaporated, leaving only memory.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to thin...

Writing from memory like this, I often feel a pang of dread. What if I've forgotten the most importa...

I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ...

Memory is like fiction: or else it's fiction that's like memory.

Memory works in different ways for everybody. Different capacities, different directions, too. Somet...

Memory is like fiction: or else it' fiction that's like memory.

Still, though, I can’t be sure if the zoo as I recall it was really like that. How can I put it? I s...

Each memory was now the shadow of a shadow of a shadow. The only thing that remained tangible to him...

So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.

But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each ot...

No two moments are identical in a conscious being

We photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and when they have vanished there i...

Alas! how little does the memory of these human inhabitants enhance the beauty of the landscape!

The only way we could remember would be by constant re-reading, for knowledge unused tends to drop o...

Born in the East, and clothed in Oriental form and imagery, the Bible walks the ways of all the worl...

Born in the East, and clothed in Oriental form and imagery, the Bible walks the ways of all the worl...

O, never from the memory of my heartYour dear, paternal image shall depart,Who while on earth, ere y...

Born in the East, and clothed in Oriental form and imagery, the Bible walks the ways of all the worl...

Born in the East, and clothed in Oriental form and imagery, the Bible walks the ways of all the worl...

I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met.

The psychoanalytic liberation of memory explodes the rationality of the repressed individual. As cog...

Have you ever plunged into the immensity of space and time by reading the geological treatises of Cu...

Memory's got nothing to do with years. You remember what you remember.

When love dies and marriage lies in ruins, the first casualty is honest memory, decent, impartial re...

There's pathos in this familiar routine, in the sounds of homely objects touching surfaces. And in t...

He was thinking of that time, the way one does on long journeys when rootlessness and boredom, lack ...

The past and present are after all so close, almost one, as if time were an artificial teasing out o...

The past and the present are after all so close, so almost one, as if time were an artificial teasin...

Mercifully one forgets one's love affairs as one forgets one's dreams.

There's basically an element of fiction in everything you remember. Imagination and memory are almos...

At times I feel as if I had lived all this before and that I have already written these very words, ...

I go, but I always remember you.

The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand

Traces of human life vanish very quickly: Glafira Petrovna's estate had not yet gone wild, but it se...

You never really get the smell of burning flesh out of your nose entirely, no matter how long you li...

It's all right, Ginny. It's over. It's just a memory.

How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living ch...

And because I found it in my youth, the bar was that much more sacred, its image clouded by that spe...

Old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know.

Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror....

A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by...

I know now that what is tragic isn’t the moment. It is the memory.

The voice is raised, and that is where poetry begins. And even today, in the prolonged aftermath of ...

Let the past be content with itself, for man needs forgetfulness as well as memory

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

She has a memory of trees and fields and nothing more.

If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory...

...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear,...

Hold childhood in reverence, and do not be in any hurry to judge it for good or ill. Leave exception...

But I can't see anything any more: however much I search the past I can only retrieve scraps of imag...

certain details, somewhat curtailed, live in my memory. But I don't see anything anymore: I can sear...

Perhaps this is how it is--life flowing smoothly over memory and history, the past returning or not,...

Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the ...

The music of life would be mute if the chords of memory were snapped asunder.

The secret of food lies in memory - of thinking and then knowing what the taste of cinnamon or steak...

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract.

He felt his presence on earth being denied, even as he stood there. He was forbidden access; the pas...

Life is a movement, a constant movement in relationship; and thought, trying to capture that movemen...

Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.

That's the life, she said to me, as we watched a puppy chase its own tail. That's what I want to be ...

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wis...

Every life has a sound

If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase--not just the practical things, like clothing, bu...

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces b...

When I go out by the gateway, taking the road I drove along that first time I picked up Lotte for th...

So one can lose a good ideaby not writing it down, yet by losing it one can have it: it nourishes ot...

For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then ...

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little ...

This seems to me absolutely one of the quintessential things about the human condition. It’s what ac...

Time and memory are true artists they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire.

Time, I think, is like walking backward away from something: say, from a kiss. First there is the ki...

That brief walk was one of those moments he knew he'd remember and look back on, one of those moment...

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory f...

I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should ...