Quotes About Memory

to talk at length about her mother and father, whom she has not seen since their deaths in the late 1800s. The greatest insight to emerge from those sessions was that Etna

Sometimes you couldn't face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.

You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It`s you who makes me a person.

I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search for her ; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.

You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.

Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and at slicing cucumbers very thin. She was a veritable wonder at pulling a splinter out of her foot.

I always search for her; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.

I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.

One must have a good memory to keep the promises one has made.

But it was smell that carried memory.

We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.

Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.

How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn't forget?

Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.

He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.

The forgetting and having to remember again was the very worst part.

She remembered me.' This was his worst weakness, his most toxic drug.

Carma, Here are the Pants and a little sketch I made of Leo. From memory, not from life. (And no, I'm not thinging of him day and night. God.) Funny hair, huh? He did not realize I was in his class. I think I'm making a big impression around here. Love you, Len

My memory is good for some things and not others.

I still think about him sometimes. I dream about him too. I try to remember what he looked like. It's hard to remember, though, either because of time or because of strong feelings. I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

I confess I've relived it so many times, I hardly remember it anymore. My feelings are strong enough to refract and distort the truth of that journey. But then... my feelings are the truth of that journey

By day she studied and touched her mother's things, and by night, she dreamed about them. The dreams gave her as fragmented a vision of Marley as the boxes in the attic did. There were a thousand dramatic episodes, but very little sense of the person linking them together

Because they forgot and I remembered. They would be lost soon enough, and I would keep going. The best I could do was hold on to them after they forgot themselves.