Quotes About Memory

I want to touch your heart, I want to take that piece of you and keep it with me. When my mind fades away, and there is little or no memory of you.

For now, I want to touch your heart, I want to take that piece of you and keep it with me, before my mind fades away, and there is little or no memory of you.

It fascinates me. How I can remember my opinions, without remembering my reasons for them!

I didn't want to forget, I simply have forgotten I have grown old and a terrible memory." I wish for, not what is or could ever be." Another Coffee Please!!!!

Time turns our lies into truths." Who is to say that it was all lies, anyway?

Our time in this life is temporary, if we live well enough, our legacy will last forever.

I didn't want to forget, I simply have forgotten I have grown old and a terrible memory." However I could never forget what is or could ever be." Another Coffee Please!!!!

Perhaps someday, I will be gone. But what I believed and felt will live on.

The saddest thing in the world is, will people remember you when you are gone too.

Our memories give back life to those who no longer exist.

There are some moments that are hung in memory like a lamp; they shine and swing gently and one can look back on them when all else has faded into distance and darkness.

I have known a lady, John, who was delivered of a blackamoor child, merely from the circumstance of having got a start by the sudden entrance of her negro servant, and not being able to forget him for several hours

We all live with expensive ghosts in memory's unmade bed, for what we do not remember remembers us nonetheless

Maybe you'll remember me then." "I'll remember you." "Will you? Will you remember me tomorrow?" "Yes. Next week, too." "Will you remember me a month from now?" "Yes." "I dont believe it." "But I will though. Truly I will." "All right. I believe you. I know I'll remember you.

Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo

I think of you so often you have no idea.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you?

Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.

over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow

One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. He thought of how she who lay beside him had locked in her heart for so many years that image of her lover's eyes when he had told her that he did not wish to live.

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.

Why was he doubly irritated? Because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded himself twice not to forget.