Quotes About Memory

Ik weet het weer... Glenlyon. De laird van Lyndsay. Prinses Alice. Já!' Nick deed een stap naar voren, zijn gezicht stond opgetogen. 'Het komt allemaal terug... eindelijk!' En toen dook Claire in zijn armen die zich voor haar hadden geopend en haar vasthielden.

Leo... denk je dat William opnieuw geboren zal worden? Zal ik hem ooit weer zien? - Claire/Alice

Ah, ja... de verkeerslichten. Die weet ik nog.' 'Weet je die nog? Wat bedoel je?' 'Ik moet steeds goed onthouden welke kleur welke is als ik in deze gastheer zit. Katten kunnen de kleur rood namelijk niet zien,' legde Leo uit. 'Schitterend! Ik krijg rijlessen van een kleurenblinde daemon!

Alice Ramsay. Ik weet nu weer wat er is gebeurd, in elk geval een beetje. Op een of andere manier... was haar dood mijn schuld - ik heb haar dat aangedaan.' Hij liet zijn tranen nu de vrije loop. 'Dat is het enige wat ik weet. Van de rest kan ik me niet veel herinneren. Het is mijn schuld dat dit allemaal is gebeurd.' - Nick

Maybe it was the converse of the way amputees feel pain in a missing limb. He really was there all those years, a flesh-and-blood presence streaming off the wallpaper, digging up the dogwoods, polishing the finials... smelling of sawdust and sweat and designer cologne. But I ached as if he were already gone.

I am not ultimately interested in writing fiction. I can't make things up. Or rather, I can only make things up about things that have already happened.

The robin brushes me at dusk. Our good bones fail. We leave no mark. His voice, she writes, was clear and quiet. I hear him singing in the dark. ("Edward Thomas' Daughter")

Nothing is ever truly gone... Not for me, nor for any human being. We can only go forward, unless we are guests in some enchantment that is not is ours. We are condemned to an endless present, and we can never go back-the source of all our joy, and all our sorrow." -Hem at Zelika's grave

Knowledge, after all, could not be unlearned.

There comes a point at which you stop giving things up. That is what i won't give up. None of it will i give up, for my beautiful sister Ivy who lies in bed. Ivy who used to be alive. Ivy who used to be. Ivy who used. Ivy who. Ivy-who-is-not-me. Not me. Not me. Not me.

If you know how to read, you know how forever. You can't unread.

Feel how tight my arms are around you?" he said. "This is how tight I'll be holding you. No matter where you go, or where I go, remember how tight I'm holding you." Memory doesn't fade. You don't forget. When you conjure something that happened, float it back up through time and space, it will happen again. When I am eighty years old and looking back on my life, I will be back in the haymow with Tom Miller, that night when he held me so tight.

How sad it was not to know how happy you were until it was too late.

Trees are like people. We're alive, then we're memories, then we're not even that.

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In death, we are not defined by what we did or who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.

The thing is, I've been thinking a lot about before . The time before the first thing I remember. Before didn't hurt. I don't think this will hurt, either. My ending, I mean. I'll just 'not be' again, I suppose.

Because death is the only thing that could have ever kept him from you.

Your memory is your first and best weapon, ladies. Learn to use it.

Listen to me, Cammie. There are things in this life…in this world…There are things that you don't want to remember." - Rachel Morgan

to know a piece of grass, you've got to see the ground that grew it. Maybe that's why I remember every detail of that night, every inch of ground we covered, as I followed Zach to the place that had made him, seeing them both with fresh eyes.

So are you going to tell me what happened last night?" "You were there. You saw what happened." "No. Last night...that wasn't you." "The last time you saw me I was jumping off the wall, Megan." Megan's gaze burns into me. She isn't backing down. "You were always a daredevil, but you never had a death wish. The girl I knew was always running towards something. Last night...you were running away.

I felt Mr. Smith's pop bottle in my hand, and for a second I couldn't remember why I would be carrying such a thing. I know. I'm almost ashamed of it now—the fact that ten seconds with a boy had driven my mission from my mind. But I did look at it, and I did remember who I was—why I was there—and I knew it was time to forget about boys and trash cans and cats named Suzie; I remembered what was real and what was legend.

Are we supposed to be in here?" Logan shrugged. "Probably not. But if they really wanted to keep us out, they shouldn't have let me see them punch in the code that one time." Maddie thought he made a very excellent point. Everyone knew that Logan was really good at remembering things. All the things. Like phone numbers and access numbers and where the White House stored its chocolate.