Quotes About Memory

Unable are the Loved to die, for Love is Immortality," Jet said, quoting Emily Dickinson.

She was remembering everything. How love could change a person, how it could cause you the greatest sorrow or shelter you from harm.

He could burn her up alive; he could do it in a minute flat, and that's not easy to forget.

He is gone and all we have is this world, here and now.

On some nights it was best to remember the past, and not shut it in a drawer. Three hundred years ago people believed in the devil. They believed if an incident could not be explained, then the cause was something wicked, and that cause was often a woman who was said to be a witch. Women who did as they pleased, women with property, women

I understood wanting to forget. Things that made you remember cut like pieces of glass.

Once upon a time I was young and beautiful. But that is the fairy tale, because it all passes in the blink of an eye.

You don't forget the people you love, she told him. That's what I've realized. They just get farther away. Like a spyglass turned around. Annie to Pete

But chains made out of blood and memory were a thousand times more difficult to sever than those made of steel, and the past could overtake a person if she wasn't careful

You cannot unwrite a death that has been written.

She was good at forgetting; she had practiced for years, and it was now a skill at which she excelled.

Here lies the life I might have had once upon a time, the man I might have loved for all my life, the days we might have had.

He opened his eyes for an instant. Other people were writing and melting, but my brother stopped his flight long enough to look at me. An instant that would have to last forever. And then the flames rose higher and my brother was gone.

Isn't that what love makes you do? Go on trying even when you're through. Go on even when you're made of ash, when there's nothing left inside you but the past?

I thought about how it was impossible to forget, no matter how hard anyone might try.

In my memories I have set my life in Brooklyn between pieces of glass, separate from my current existence, and this has enabled me to move forward. The past cannot tie me in knots, nor can it cause me to drown. And yet what is stored in glass belongs to me still. Each piece is a part of me: the hummingbirds, the locked doors, Mr. Morris in the yard, the pear tree, the woman covered by bees, and you. Especially you.

Some things are best remembered the way you want to remember them, like this road, these stars, this girl right beside him as they walk into the center of the cold night, looking straight ahead.

One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her. She was so busy forgetting, she couldn't take a single step into the future

Lately, she's been wondering if perhaps when the living become the dead they leave an empty space behind, a hollow no one else can fill.

A crow can recall every route it has ever taken, and Cadin had been this way before. Crows are messengers, spies, guides, companions, harbingers of luck, deliverers of trinkets and treasures, tireless in all ways, more loyal than any other man or beast.

I had lost my mother and my father and my sister, and sometimes when I caught a glimpse of myself in a shop window, I wondered if perhaps I hadn't lost myself as well

Unable are the Loved to die, for Love is Immortality," the boy said. When he saw the way Jet was looking at him he laughed. "I didn't come up with that, Emily Dickinson

Heart, soul, treasure, rain, sister, memory, knowledge, hope, will.

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