Quotes About Memory

Marcus? He heard her a few minutes later. Marcus. Another part of him. A part that loved her—whether he understood it or not. A part that drove him to continue. Sing to me, he told her. Sing the song we heard the night we went flying, the night at my cave. Sing it and I'll find you. Hurry, Marcus. I'm coming.

History, of course, is never real. People either glorify it or horrify it. Or at the very least color it.

Mom isn't content taking a stroll down memory lane. She's bought a condo and spends half the year there.

Perhaps it was something like this that changed the captive children forever; the violence they had endured when they were captured, their parents killed. Perhaps it sank down in their young minds and stayed there, invisible and unacknowledged but very powerful. He

An Gorta Mor, she said. In the famine children saw their parents die and then went to live with the people on the other side. In their minds they went. When they came back they were unfinished. They are forever falling. She shook out her wet, pinned-up skirt and watched as Johanna carefully ate pieces of bacon with her hands.

the strange questing feeling that comes from abandonment, that were he to keep on searching about in his mind and memory he would find someone or something to comfort him. The

Tania...you and I had only one moment..."said Alexander. "A single moment in time, in your time and mine...one instant, when another life could have still been possible." He kissed her lips. "Do you know what I'm talking about?" (When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.) "I know that moment," whispered Tatiana.

Stuart saw Patti Page on her television show singing 'How Much Is that Doggie in the Window?' and rather fancied her –

I want amnesia! I want a fucking lobotomy. Could I please never think again? Look what's happened to us, us, Tania. Don't you remember how we used to be? Just look what's happened.

Well, Alexander thought, any minute now, one of the girls he had carelessly discarded was going to come by the barracks with a gun and blow his brains out and on his tombstone the epitaph would read, "Here lies Alexander, who couldn't remember the name of any girl he had fucked.

I will make you insane, her memory screamed at her near the winter window sill as Tatiana smelled the brine of eternity. On the outside you will walk and smile as if indeed you are a normal woman, but on the inside you will twist and burn on the stake, I will never free you, you will never be free.

It wasn't first love. It wasn't a first kiss. But it was love nonetheless. And the kiss was sweet. And the heart still pounded. And the girl went on.

When he asked isn't it beautiful, my father was seeing his youth, and his youth was beautiful. He closed his eyes and saw himself young and so handsome, in love with many girls, funny, brilliant, popular. Of course it was beautiful. It was mystifying. It was mystical.

Te volveré loca —gritó su memoria cuando Tatiana se sentó a respirar la brisa salada de la eternidad en el alféizar de la ventana—. Andarás sonriente por la calle como una mujer normal, pero en tu interior te retorcerás como en la hoguera. No te liberaré, nunca serás libre.»

La memoria... esa cruel enemiga del consuelo.

Alexander shows Anthony how he crouches and she climbs on his shoulders; he straightens up, holding on to her hands and then lets go, and she also straightens up and balances, standing on top of his shoulders for a long moment before pushing off his trapezoid in a nearly perfect, splashless forward dive. Mom, says Anthony, looking impressed, where did you and Dad learn to do that? And Dad, glancing at Mom in the water, says, Lazarevo.

Do you remember what you're supposed to do now? Kiss the palm of your hand and press it against your heart.

Alexander non aveva dubbi: qualunque fosse la sua vita, Tatiana non lo aveva dimenticato.

Sólo los muertos han visto el fin de la guerra».

Who said memory is kind? Memory is merciless. My father was right. 'All the things you want to remember, Paullina, I want to forget'.

No quiero olvidarme de este niño –pensó–, por si alguna vez necesito volver a su lado.»

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

Will you remember that? Anywhere you are, if you can look up and find Perseus in the sky, find that smile, and hear the galactic wind whisper your name, you'll know that it's me, calling for you... calling you back to Lazarevo. (Alexander)

You will find a way to live without me. You will find a way to live for both of us,' Alexander said to Tatiana as the swelling Kama River flowed from the Ural Mountains through a pine village named Lazarevo, once when they were in love, and young.