Quotes About Memory

El paisaje es un lienzo extendido en la distancia sobre el que la mirada piensa, donde la memoria ancestral se narra y la eternidad del momento se plasma en la nada superficial y profunda que está sucediendo en los tres tiempos del ser.

All happiness lasts but a moment, and the time that follows is only good for remembering what we have lost. —Homero Aridjis, Persephone (Vintage, 1986)

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint a second time.

True love rules especially through memory.

Life cannot go on without a great deal of forgetting.

Glory is the sunshine of the dead

The virtues we acquire, which develop slowly within us, are the invisible links that bind each one of our existences to the others -- existences which the spirit alone remembers, for matter has no memory for spiritual things.

La ilusión es una memoria convertida en deseo.

I have always had a bad memory, as far back as I can remember.

All this is gone forever - events, men. everything slips away, like the ceaseless waves of the Yangtze that vanish into the sea.

And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever Has come and gone before I knew.

But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums.

Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.

Each memory, good and bad, was another invisible thread that bound them together...It was as simple and complicated as that. Love after children, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best...-well, that sort of love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

A red traffic light loomed, and Cecilia slammed her foot on the brake. The fact that Polly no longer wanted a pirate party was breathtakingly insignificant in comparison to that poor man (thirty!) crashing to the ground for the freedom that Cecilia took for granted, but right now, she couldn't pause to honor his memory, because a last-minute change of party theme was unacceptable. That's what happened when you had freedom. You lost your mind over a pirate party.

Each memory, good and bad, was another invisible thread that bound them together, even when they were foolishly thinking they could lead separate lives. It was as simple and complicated as that.

That's how she finally made herself fall back to sleep: by remembering all the glorious moments, one after the other after the other, her children's ecstatic faces looking for their parents in the stands, looking for their approval, looking for their love, knowing it was there, knowing—she hoped they knew this—that it would always be there, even long after she and Stan were gone, because love like that was infinite.

That was the day Alice Mary Love went to the gym and carelessly misplaced a decade of her life.

It was good to remember that for every horrible memory from her marriage, there was also a happy one.

It felt like it was all still there, that time of their lives, somewhere metaphysical, accessible through some magical means other than memory.

But the memory stayed, clinging to the walls of her mind like a slimy black leech.

Zach was still there. He wasn't going anywhere. He was going to stick around while she finished uni and traveled and got a job and got married and got old. Just because he chose death didn't mean Zoe couldn't choose life. He was still there in her heart and her memory, and he was going to stay beside her, keeping her company right until the end.

Brooke was meant to avoid stress because of her migraines, not chase it, but she'd always been a martyr. Amy remembered Brooke as a little girl, high pigtails and reflective sunglasses.