Quotes About Memory

When a man forgets himself, he usually does something everybody else remembers.

The old man began to sing. His voice was very lovely and obviously a part of something that the world had disposed of in its haste, evidence of a grander, kinder past.

My father was a really great man. I'll never forget the last thing he ever said to me. Nor will I ever repeat it.

You think you got something big to say? Something momentous? Or is it what you had to memorize in order to escape the men with lightning in their eyes?

My memory of my mom is a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was a runway fashion model, and she was quite a glamorous woman.

My first words, as I was being born [...] I looked up at my mother and said, 'that's the last time I'm going up one of those.

My mom used to wear the fragrance Poison when I was younger, and I remember that scent and the purple bottle. That was my first [perfume] memory.

His mom lived in Long Island for ten years or so. God rest her soul. And, although, she's... wait... your mom's still... your mom's still alive. Your dad passed. God bless her soul.

I drew when I was very, very young. My mom kept stuff I drew when I was 2 and a half years old, because it looked like, you know, like a jaguar as opposed to a cheetah.

My original inspiration was my mom: a few years after the death of my dad, she started dating one my teachers!

Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother's glance.

But not like this: not with the house just an afterimage, and my mom a spirit, and my dad...recycled." "Carter Kane, Chapter 41

My mom was onstage when she was pregnant with me.

My favorite shirt to sleep in is the one my birth mom was wearing when she died in my arms. Morbid for some perhaps but comforting to me.

Everything is in our cellular level. My mom's is definitely in my cellular memory.

Mom claimed that I could carry a tune at 2 or 3 years of age. Maybe she was a little prejudiced.

Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium

If you remember yourself, you will remember me. I am always a part of you. I am your mother.

Her mother and memory lapses were BFFs.

For a little while, my mom was a school teacher. And I went to the school that she taught.

I do not suppose I shall be remembered for anything. But I don't think about my work in those terms. It is just as vulgar to work for the sake of posterity as to work for the sake of money.

Never lend money to a friend. It's dangerous. It could damage his memory.

Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust would keep us calm and prove us whole at last.

If a man owes me money, I never seem to forget. But if I do the owing, I somehow never remember.