Quotes About Memory

Some events mark us so deeply that they find more force of presence in their aftermath than in their occurrence.

Some events mark us so deeply that they find more force of presence in their aftermath than in their occurrence. They are moments that rankle at becoming past, and so remain contemporaries of our beating hearts. Some events are not remembered—they are relived.

A cut scarred where a caress faded away.

One cannot raise walls against what has been forgotten. Heartbroken

No, Leweth. You fled to remember. You fled to conserve all the ways your wife had moved you, to shield the ache of her loss from the momentum of others. You fled to make a bulwark of your misery.

I could hear my dad honking his horn impatiently down on the street. I... uh... used to live in your house, I found myself answering. And then I turned and ran full speed down to the street.

What was your name again? Still Eve. No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

I'm insane, not forgetful.

I never forget," Myrnin said in a choked whisper. "Certainly not with your nails in my throat. They're quite an excellent mnemonic device.

What's her name? Claire, what's her name?

Michael...Michael got bitten. And now he's a vampire. But he doesn't remember becoming one, and that's a big problem. So if you see him, don't, you know, hug. He bites. He doesn't mean it, though.

But the past never leaves us. It's in every breath, every cell, every second. I know that now.

Mark this well: the brave never die, for we remember.

The Great Library may have once been a boon, but what is it today? What does it give us? It suppresses! It stifles! You, sir, do you own a book? No, sir, not a blank, filled only with what they want you to read...a real book, an original work, in the hand of the writer? The library owns our memories, yet you cannot own your own books! Why? Why do they fear it? Why do they fear to allow you the choice?

This is a day he will remember: a good day. It's one of those memories that will pave the way to better things for him.

Dead doesn't mean gone.

When you sleep, you give up the choice to control memory.

The mind has an ear of its own and sometimes memory is the fiercest fucking DJ alive.

I love you for answering the call of a red notebook once upon a time.

Unfortunately, now that Langston has a boyfriend again, he has forgotten all about me.

I made the mistake of turning back to look at her one last time before I left the room. It was heartbreaking, really—she just sat there, stunned. She looked like she was waking up in a strange place—only she knew she hadn't gone to sleep yet, and that this was actually life.

I know it won't work and it doesn't work because some things you don't need to hear in order to hear. The mind has an ear of its own and sometimes memory is the fiercest fucking DJ alive.

when you turn a short span of time into a "season," you create an echo chamber for all of its associations

I notice her the way you notice the differences in someone who's been away a long time. And it hasn't been a long time. It's only been long for us.