Quotes About Memory

My schooldays coincided with a complete ban on teaching the alphabet, and I have a terrible time finding anything in the telephone directory.

My heart is still Bengali. Isn't Didu's?

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't 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.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't 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.

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

There's things you've forgotten. There's things you should know.

The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.

In their Connecticut home, Lee and Eunice Hanson watched the televised explosion of the plane carrying their son, Peter, daughter-in-law, Sue Kim, and granddaughter, Christine. The strike into the South Tower ended the Airfone call between Peter and Lee. Later, Eunice realized: "We heard his first cries and his last cries." They endured the unspeakable, and yet they endured.

The memory was so vivid that, like a fresh scab, he was sure he would start to bleed if he picked at it.

Even now, years later, that day stood out in his memory like a shining piece of colored glass in a sea of mud.

I have nothing but admiration for myself as a youngster; I was a force to be reckoned with then, a much finer specimen than I am now. As kids, we had little meat on our bones; we were sticklike figures with big rounded bellies, the skin stretched so taut it was nearly transparent — you could just about see our intestines twist and coil on the other side. Our necks were so long and thin it was a miracle they could support our heavy heads.

Creí que lo habrías olvidado. -Imposible-dije-. De los cincuenta en adelante, uno no tiene memoria para las cosas recientes, pero las del pasado las recuerda cada vez mejor. -A mí también me pasa-dijo ella-. Hasta sueño con las cosas de entonces.

Your cigarettes are basically gifts. Your salary basically stays the same. You basically don't need a wife . . . I forget the fourth.

If this planet lasts for another thousand years people will still be talking about the terrible event we are now living through.

I commit her to memory. When I'm alone, I feel a strange yearning, the hunger of a man fasting not because he believes but because he's ashamed. Not the cleansing hunger of the devout, but the feverish hunger of the hypocrite. I let her go every evening only because there's nothing I can do to stop her.

I give you life in the memory of one who no longer lives. May you have a long life, and may you thank Matthew every day for it.

Going back to Walter's house had been like visiting a cemetery where there were no tidy tombstones recording beginnings and endings but only question marks over the graves.

Sholto's hairbrush?

I kept this place for you inside me for four years. Every day. Every night.

Losing my mom at such a young age had a profound effect on my life.

In the only way that pain can be truly remembered, through a new pain.

while she wanted to look neither to her past nor her future, she lived exclusively in both. They had took different paths, but they had journeyed, so she realized, together.

but she was four years, three months, and sixty-one days old when she died.