Quotes About Memory

This is what I have come to know: Our past is never passed and there is no such thing as moving on. But there is this telling and there is such a thing as passing through.

We had our thing. It is a really good memory but now we're older. Things change.

We live with the scars we choose.

Time passes by, memory staysTorturing silently, rest of our days... Sigh!

The saddest thing about death, whether it's our own or someone we care for, is when the world doesn't stop when we do.

They say that a part of you dies when a special Loved One passes away...I disagree...I say a part of you lives with your Loved One on the other side.

I remember a moment when the Prince went back to his old school, Grammar School in Melbourne, and slightly to his horror his old music teacher produced a cello.

When you hear music, after it's over, it's gone, in the air. You can never capture it again.

I need people to call me, I never remember to call anyone - otherwise I'll just sit in my house and listen to music all day.

Speaking of River City in The Music Man & his home town, Mason City, Iowa: I didn't have to make up anything. I simply remembered Mason City as closely as I could.

Music should go right through you, leave some of itself inside you, and take some of you with it when it leaves.

All the music you've ever heard in your life is somewhere in your head. I don't reject that, I use it.

The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.

Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

When you want to be close to me, listen to the music. The love is stored there and will not die.

Music is...a form of remembering, a return to the seasons of the heart long gone.

Music was our way of remembering our inner selves, our values.

Music… is a memory bank for finding one's way about the world.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

I don't really need to be remembered. I hope the music's remembered.

The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician. Things like old folks singing in the moonlight in the back yard on a hot night or something said long ago.

The past which is not recoverable in any other way is embedded, as if in amber, in the music, and people can regain a sense of identity.