Quotes About Memory

He'd known Lily forever. Or for as long as he could remember, which was basically the same thing.

I was born into all that, all that mess, the over-crowded swamp and the over-crowded sematary and the not-crowded-enough town, so I don't remember nothing, don't remember a world without Noise. My pa died of sickness before I was born and then my ma died, of course, no surprises there. Ben and Cillian took me in, raised me. Ben says my ma was the last of the women but everyone says that about everyone's ma. Ben may not be lying, he believes it's true, but who knows?

His last word had been my name. The last word he heard was me speaking his own. Did this mean anything? And if it only meant something for the two of us, did that reduce it?

What happens to you when you get older? Do you just forget everything from before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?

He opens his voice, showing me other sunrises he has seen, where the fields turn golden and the Source and his one in particular stood up from their early morning labours to watch it rise, a memory as simple as that, yet covered in joy and loss and love and grief- And hope.

There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than the story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

That's another thing about Noise. Everything that's ever happened to you just keeps right on talking, for ever and ever.

You are what you remember. You are what you hold on to.

Memory is stupid, ain't it?

He knew she wouldn't be in there – he couldn't hear the kettle boiling, which she always did first thing – but he'd found himself asking for her a lot lately when he entered rooms in the house.

never got to meet Siobhan Dowd. I only know her the way that most of the rest of you will – through her superb books. Four electric young adult novels, two published in her lifetime, two after her too-early death. If

A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

I look up to him. His face and his Noise are as blank as I remember but the lesson of forever and ever is that knowing a man's mind ain't knowing the man.

A memory is not the thing remembered

Well, Adam thought. I've had my mouth on his bare skin. That seemed to be effective.

What happens when you get older? Do you just forget everything before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?

Death is suddenly objectionable to you when the dead has a name you know?

Did it matter? George thought perhaps it did, and not in terms of finding truth or of any hope of discovering what really happened at any given moment. There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

Nunca pierdas la oportunidad de besar a alguien. No hay cosa de la que uno se arrepienta más

As Dolours struggled in the water, she locked eyes with one attacker, a man with a club, and for the rest of her life she would return to that moment, the way his eyes were glazed with hate. She looked into those eyes and saw nothing.

I would never normally approach a woman in this way, but I couldn't help but notice that you have the eyes of a lady I was once desperately in love with. " "What a shame to love only once," she said, showing her white teeth in a wicked smile. "I've heard some men can manage twice or even more." I ignored her gibe. "I am only a fool once. Never will I love again.

Her name was like an echo of an ache in her.

It will be worth it if I am remembered, if not flatteringly, then at least with some small amount of accuracy.

No me acuerdo del último verso. ¡Qué poco me gusta la poesía! ¿Cómo puede uno recordar las palabras sin música?