Quotes About Memory

One of the things I find in writing about people who are dead is that, after a short or long time, no matter how close the relationship was, they become like characters in fiction.

It's a sad fact that some people are only remembered once they're dead.

The story of my family. . .changes with the teller.

God alone is perfectly and consistently just. We forget; God remembers. We see an action; God sees a motive. This qualifies Him as the best recordkeeper and judge.

Images have an advanced religion; they bury history.

If ever I had any doubts about the fundamental realities of religion, they could always be dispelled by one memory- the light upon my father's face as he came back from early communion.

His clear conscience is a result of a poor memory.

Whether you lay cold in the ground or warm in an urn the turmoils of life aren't a concern. For some this may be the perfect rhyme except for those you leave behind...

Press them continually with memory and dream and have them waste their Present there.

What we gain in the world, we lose in the world, forgotten in death. We must rather fancy what we brought into the world, for therein lives our story, our legend.

I'm just trying to remember what self-respect feels like. It's a fading memory.

Auschwitz cries out with the pain of immense suffering and pleads for a future of respect, peace and encounter among peoples.

Man learns more readily and remembers more willingly what excites his ridicule than what deserves esteem and respect.

Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with with your self-esteem. They're no good at all.

I have so much of you in my heart.

I took a photo of us, mid-embrace. When I am old and alone I will remember that I once held something truly beautiful.

Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath.

The Holocaust is not a cheap soap opera. The Holocaust is not a romantic novel. It is something else.

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.

My first boyfriend that I ever had, actually sang a song that he wrote for me on-stage to ask me out. That was pretty romantic.

No matter what happens to us, I will ensure that she will never forget this moment in her life. That she will think of this day, this evening, this moment...

No day shall erase you from the memory of time

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me

What was life has crumbled. What was form, now falls away. Mortal chains unbind and the soul s free. May you find your way to the ancestors. May you find your path to the gods. May your bravery and courage be remembers in song and story, May your parents be proud, and ma our children carry your birthright. Sleep, and wander no more.