Quotes About Memory

I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.

Sometimes forgetting was just as bad as remembering.

Incluso ahora que estaba muerto, era un artista de un solo éxito. O dos, supongo, si me cuento a mí.

It was hard to remember what the yard had looked like even twelve hours before, undisturbed and pristine. Like it takes so little to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

It was as familiar to me as a song I'd been hearing my whole life, covered by various people but the basic tune the same.

Happy, normal lives going on in happy, normal ways, in a world that was anything but. Once you realized this, experienced something that made it crystal clear, you couldn't forget it. Like a face. Or a name. However you first learn that truth, once it's with you, it never really goes away.

There was no way to take the story back, folding it neatly into the place I'd kept it all this time. No matter what else happened, from here on out, I would always remember Wes, because with this telling, he'd become part of that story, of my story, too.

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times.

Tu pasado siempre es tu pasado. Aun si lo olvidas, te recuerda.

Isn't it weird? The way you remember things when it's gone.

Even if you do make tons of new friends," I told him, "try not to forget where you came from, okay?

There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past.

People didn't forget anything in a small town.

That's my point. That's why we can't forget. No matter how much time has passed, these things still affect us and the world we live in. If you don't pay attention to the past, you'll never understand the future. It's all linked together.

The past was always present, in its way, and you can't help but remember. Even if you can't remember at all.

Isn't it weird the way you remember things, when someone's gone?

Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it.

We had just heard that story recounted so many times over the years that it was easy to take the details and fold them into our own sparse memories.

that music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment.

The past was always present, in its way, and you can't help but remember. Even if you can't remember at all.

Life was going on. I didn't even have a scar, this time, to remind me of what happened. But sometimes, when I glanced sideways at Rogerson in the car, or right before I fell asleep at night, I would have a sudden flash of his face again, how it had literally changed right before my eyes. And even as life settled back to normal, and we never discussed it, there was a part of me waiting, always braced and ready for him to do it again.

Life's short, you know?" [...] But, suddenly, in that moment, it was like I could feel [Abe]. Sitting in the very seat where I was, riding along with us. Maybe he's been there the whole time.

You never knew what lay ahead; the future was one thing that could never be broken, because it had not yet had the chance to be anything. One minute you're walking through a dark woods, alone, and then the landscape shifts, and you see it. Something wondrous and unexpected, almost magical, that you never would have found had you not kept going. Like a new friend who feels like an old one, or a memory you'll never forget.

I was the only one who ever went in there, and when I did the air always smelled stale and strange, pent up like the sorrow my mother carried in her shoulders, her heart, and her face.