Quotes About Memory

Our family history was erased and rewritten a thousand times.

They still had the power to hurt their children from the grave.

in my opinion some things about you would not change no matter what has happened to your memory.

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

Pandora, you promised to abide by the rules." "I do," Pandora protested, looking chagrined. "I follow all the rules that I can remember." "How is it that you remember the details of a plumbing system but not basic etiquette?" "Because plumbing is more interesting.

After one last luxurious inhalation of her scent, Devon released her slowly, knowing that for the rest of his life, a single breath of a rose would bring him back to this moment.

Irene told me about you. A long time ago. I remember now. You fucked her when she was a teenager. Then you married her mother. Don't ever call me again.

Looking at his dead son must have been like watching a movie where nothing moved. It was not photograph because it had duration. It had to be lived through. A photograph has none of that. This was a story without an ending. It would go on forever.

John had a photographic memory...this wasn't smart, exactly, but it could pass for smart. Smart was about intuition, and John had that too. Smart was: you didn't exert effort but you knew the answer anyways. You thought about it, yes, but the answer came via a different route. Smart was: you always had access to that different route. The answer came in the back door while you were cooking or even while you slept.

Out of sight, out of mind. It's how i cope.

The past is a part of you and us. You can store it away someplace different, but you can't make it go away. And you can't even resolve it until you, we, face it.

In a new country, it helps to remember the things that were good once, the things we want to recreate now.

It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.

We die once when the last breath leaves our bodies. We die a second time when the last person speaks our name.' The first death is beyond our control, but the second one we can strive to prevent.

What the mind don't 'member, the heart still know. Love, the strongest thang of all. Stronger than all the rest.

Sad thing when stories die for the lack of listenin' ears.

We die once when the last breath leaves our bodies. We die a second time when the last person speaks our name.

they've all come to the same end. They are dust beneath the soil. All that is left behind lies in the people who remain. And the stories.

I realize that those who have loved us are never really gone. They live on in all the ones we love and all the ways we love. They are the reason we know how to love at all.

It's funny how family histories seem to differ, depending on whom you ask.

At the very least, we must tell our stories, mustn't we? Speak the names? You know, there is an old proverb that says, 'We die once when the last breath leaves our bodies. We die a second time when the last person speaks our name.' The first death is beyond our

What the mind don't 'member, the heart still know. Love, the strongest thang of all.

Sooner or later, the future always circles back to the past.

My story begins on a sweltering August night, in a place I will never set eyes upon.