Quotes About Memory

There are some dead who are more alive than the living.

We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight of them.

What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us.

it is not good to repudiate the dead because then they do not leave you alone, they are like dogs that bark intermittently at night.

Here lies Matthew Mudd, Death did him no hurt; When alive he was only Mudd, But now he's only dirt.

After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

A photograph is not only an image (as a painting is an image), an interpretation of the real; it is also a trace, something directly stenciled off the real, like a footprint or a death mask.

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

Even for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief, death cannot long divide; for is it not as if the rose that climbed my garden wall had bloomed the other side?

I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?

Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertasteof nothingness that nothing can erase.

The problem with death is absence

In the depth of the anxiety of having to die is the anxiety of being eternally forgotten.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.

It occurred to me that at one point it was like I had two diseases - one was Alzheimers, and the other was knowing I had Alzheimers.

Authority forgets a dying king.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.

I'm in awe of people out there who deal with Alzheimer's, because they have to deal with death 10 times over, year after year.

Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.

She died with a knife in her hand in her kitchen, where she had cooked for fifty years, and the death was solemnly listed in the newspaper as that of an artist.