Quotes About Memory

Even if I leave you, I won't leave you, okay? Even if you carry the casket and have to say goodbye and find someone else to love, I'll still be with you, okay? I meant it. Always. You hear?

Oh, damn the words he once threw like dandelions to the wind. Now when he needed them, they were buried under bandages and broken teeth.

Years later, when their lives had turned out very differently, Mackey would remember that moment, the freedom at his face and the safety at his back, and it would be the diamond in his mind, the one clear moment that taught him what love was all about. Even if the diamond was flawed, it was the first diamond he'd ever grasped

His heart felt like an aging cardboard box in the rain. Only the memory of what he was supposed to be held him up.

This was why men fell asleep when they came. They wanted to remember life this way.

John had forgotten her name as soon as she said it—it might as well be Charon for all he could remember),

Your grandmother's going to hell—the bad one where nobody remembers you, just so you know.

È come se… non vedessi più le cose a colori, sai? Guardo qualcosa e penso di sapere com'è, e poi penso a come sembrerebbe il mondo senza Deacon, e tutto diventa bianco e nero.

people die, but real love is forever

as much as I like the past not to excist but it still does

Memories are not always the best measure of things.

It had survived a fire that burned most of the city when Fleurette was a little girl, and traces of black soot were still lodged in the crevices of its scrollwork, giving it the appearance of a building that had been drawn in artist's charcoal.

Memory feeds imagination.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

Because sometimes that is the only way to remember what is in your bones. You must peel off your skin, and that of your mother, and her mother. Until there is nothing. No scar, no skin, no flesh. -An-mei

You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?

The word divorce which stood stark in the future reached back into the past, how far?

Remembering what a disagreeable experience madness had been, she averted her thoughts with haste.

history doesn't die and it doesn't not fall coma

you can't bribe the history to talk about you

I climb to the very top step and look behind me at the wall of memories. Who are we in the end? A collection of photos? How do we know what is truly lived if we cannot remember it?

Se me partía el corazón, así que en un descuido de Tata María abrí la ventana y temblando de frío, o quien sabe de qué, grité: —¡Espérame, Gavrila, espérame…! Y me esperó tanto que todavía está ahí, con su mano levantada, saludándome. En ese tiempo, en ese lugar indefinible donde se guarda lo más profundo y, quizá, lo más inexplicable de la memoria.

Y se olvidó del «Ulises». Y de Polizón. Y de Marco Polo. Y de…, pero, ¿a qué seguir? Ninguna de estas cosas tiene nada de extraordinaro. Pues ya advertí en un principio que, al fin y al cabo, ésta era sólo la historia de un muchacho que, un buen día, creció.