Quotes About Memory

In endowing us with memory, nature has revealed to us a truth utterly unimaginable to the unreflective creation, the truth of immortality....The most ideal human passion is love, which is also the most absolute and animal and one of the most ephemeral.

I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroken; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

If you want to win friends, make it a point to remember them. If you remember my name, you pay me a subtle compliment; you indicate that I have made an impression on you. Remember my name and you add to my feeling of importance

For memory has painted this perfect day With colors that never fade, And we find at the end of a perfect day The soul of a friend we've made.

Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, thats all. You cant see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesnt.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

She said I bet you dont remember me And I said only every other memory.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

I'm aware that people I have loved and have died and are in the spirit world looking after me.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

What an enormous magnifier is tradition! How a thing grows in the human memory and in the human imagination, when love, worship, and all that lies in the human heart, is there to encourage it

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is

I worked so hard for that first kiss And a heart dont forget something like that Like an old photograph Time can make a feeling fade But the memory of a first love Never fades away.

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

Perhaps love is like a resting place, A shelter from the storm, It exists to give you comfort, It is there to keep you warm, And in those times of trouble, When you are most alone, The memory of love will bring you home

Let us not burden our remembrance with a heaviness that's gone.

You are out of my sight, but you will never be out of my heart, I may not see your face, but I will always remember your smile, I will never hear your voice again but you will forever whisper in my ear, I never got to say goodbye to you, or tell you how much you really meant to me, one day we will meet at heavens gates and I will be with you again and this time it will be forever.

Heaven needed an angel and god sent for you, You are gone from me forever, Now what am I to do, I miss you now like never before, But I have to let you go, I will never forget you and this I need you to know, My heart breaks of sadness for the one that I adore, Your father in heaven has sent for you and he needs you more, Goodbye until we meet again, in my heart you'll always be, For always you will remain my sweetest memory.

I can't take back what was never mine, I can't remember what I didn't experience, and that's why I cannot move on because nothing ever started.

The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.

He closed his eyes so he couldn't see her. But, like a man who had stared at the sun too long, she was burned into his brain.