Quotes About Memory

When a mother dies, a house becomes a forest. My children, children, know that I am in the trees. True love means you won't find me.

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we're not the first to die.

. . . the time has also come to identify and preserve free-flowing stretches of our great rivers before growth and development make the beauty of the unspoiled waterway a memory.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.

Not only does beauty fade, but it leaves a record upon the face as to what became of it.

That's the beauty of alcohol. If you don't remember it, it didn't happen.

Well, I'm really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we've met before.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory.

Our pictures are our footprints. It's the best way to tell people we were here.

The best thing about skiing backwards is you can see where you've been.

The best artists are gone now.

The best way to keep good acts in memory is to refresh them with new.

The best way to suppose what may come, is to remember what is past.

You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all.

My first crush was my brothers best friend.

The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once... You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to.

A real man is one who remembers the lady's birthday, but never knows how old she is. A man who never remembers her birthday, but knows exactly how old she is, - is her husband.

When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.

My faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened.

Someone once I asked my son Cruz, 'When's your birthday?' and he told them, 'It's just after Fashion Week!'

Death smells like birthday cake.

The bitterness of poor quality is remembered long after the sweetness of low price has faded from memory.