Quotes About Memory

Write it down, before you forget. And each day we do. But we can only write about Now. Before is already gone, except for the nightmares.

where did those words go, words that where once in my head?

I sat there for minutes, seasons, years, the wind becoming winter against my skin, the day becoming night, then blinding again, harsh with detail. I closed my eyes, but the details still shone bright and demanding behind my lids, replacing a lifetime of memories with a single bloody image of Walther, and then, mercifully, the image faded, everything faded, leaving only dull, numbing gray.

I love you. I love you with every breath, with every thought that's inside me. I've loved every you from the first time I kissed you on that ledge. Even before that.

There was only one person in the village who had actually known Luella Miller. That person was a woman well over eighty, but a marvel of vitality and unextinct youth.

It all came back. Yes, it came back. For the last two months it had ceased to be; it had been blotted out—hidden, forgotten; there had been no such thing. An enchanter's wand had been waved above that dreary square-built house in the dusty lane, and a fairy palace had arisen for her habitation; a fairy-land of beauty and splendour had spread itself around her, a paradise in which she wandered hand in hand with a demigod.

As he sat in the deep embrasure of a mullioned window, talking to my lady, his mind wandered away to shady Figtree Court, and he thought of poor George Talboys smoking his solitary cigar in the room with the birds and canaries.

We learned. Some of the things we learned left scars.

Words will never oxidize

I am reading now "Where Are You Now

I never imagined I would lose him, she thought. Never.

she vaguely remembered chatting with an attractive fiftyish redhead in the elevator, who had asked for her business

It is important to note that children are rarely as unaware of their environment as they appear to be during withdrawal. In fact, many adopted toddlers have amazing insight and memory of people and events, and are astute observers, even when they appear oblivious of their surroundings. Therefore, it is important not to stop giving comfort, support, and structure. Those efforts are received and processed on some level even if not immediately apparent in the child's overt behavior.

As the next car in the line pulled up, he sent a last yearning glance after Kate, wanting to imprint that laughing image on his mind forever. Girls like her were not for guys like him, who parked cars and worked construction to earn college money. His imagination hadn't been good enough to guess the way the night would end. But that was then, and this

If you recall our first meeting, you should remember that I need no help if I want to kill you with my bare hands. My friends are here to prevent me from doing that.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

Memoir is not an act of history but an act of memory, which is innately corrupt.

I've said it's hard. Here's how hard: everybody I know who wades deep enough into memory's waters drowns a little.

she felt the past come rushing back with a ferocity that nearly knocked her down. And it struck her, this was not just a flare-up she was experiencing, not just a bout of spring fever. This was full-blown passion.

Janie gave me a pen. Mrs. Tadworth gave me a doll. Matt

The outlines of birds and beasts and sailing ships could still be seen in the apothecary's attic in Grantham, along with the drawings of men and mathematical symbols. But the boy who who had made them was gone. He had taken his notebook with him: his secret world of star names and tawny lions and golden ink made from quicksilver.

Memory is a funny thing sometimes.

In violence we forget who we are.

A novelist is an elephant, but an elephant who must pretend to forget.