Quotes About Memory

One's Sister is a part of one's essential self,an eternal presence of one's heart and soul and memory.

Loving a sister is an unconditional narcissistic and complicated devotion that approximates a Mother's love. Sisters are inescapably connected, shaped by the same two parents, the same trove of memory and experience.

The heart that truly loves never forgets.

Make me immortal with a kiss.

If you asked me how many times you have crossed my mind, I would say once, because you never really left¦

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

No age seemed the age of romance to itself.

Did you ever walk in a room and forget why you walked in? I think that's how dogs spend their lives.

We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.

What has faded, is already lost

When love is found, it is hard to forget where it is.

The bonds that unite another person to ourselves exist only in our mind. Memory as it grows fainter relaxes them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we would fain be cheated and with which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we cheat other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature that cannot emerge from himself, that knows his fellows only in himself; when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.

If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd walk through a garden forever.

Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality.

Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end

When a man or woman loves to brood over a sorrow and takes care to keep it green in their memory, you may be sure it is no longer a pain to them.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.

I've got your picture that you gave to me and it's signed with love just like it used to be the only thing different, the only thing new I've got your picture and he's got you.

Think of me, and I'll be there.

The memory of joy is no longer joy; the memory of pain is pain still.

True love never dies, even if you have found a new love, the sweet memory of the past will continue to hunt you for the rest of your life.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past -- a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.