Quotes About Memory

Every day in a life fills the whole life with expectations and memory.

He did not need a long life for us to measure. It was, rather, we who needed his life to be longer.

Never forget is not something you say on a prescribed day; if it is real it is something you live the rest of your life

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we were and what we did. An imprint, no more.

I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.

It is not a simple life to be a single cell, although I have no right to say so, having been a single cell so long ago myself that I have no memory at all of that stage of my life.

This earth will be looked back on like a lowly home, and this life of ours be remembered like a short apprenticeship to duty.

Let the new faces play what tricks they will In the old rooms; night can outbalance day, Our shadows rove the garden gravel still, The living seem more shadowy than they.

Ah, never shall the land forget How gush'd the life-blood of the brave, Gush'd warm with hope and courage yet, Upon the soil they fought to save!

Man is the only creature we know, that, when the term of his natural life is ended, leaves the memory of himself behind him.

One of finest evocations of life in Western America in recent memory... Powerful and profoundly moving.

Writers are the custodians of memory, and that's what this chapter is about: how to leave some kind of record of your life and of the family you were born into.

I first saw Dead Man in high school, and it changed everything. That movie was like a memory to me - I would get things that occurred in that movie confused with my actual life.

Art is the suitcase of history, carrying the essentials. Art is the life buoy of history. Art is seed, art is memory, art is vaccine.

I have loved eight women in my life. I remember every woman's face.

One of the oddest things in life, as we all know, is the way that when you have heard a thing mentioned, within twenty-four hours you nearly always come across it again.

Your memories become fantasies if they are not shared, and your life in all its triviality becomes a legend.

There is a law of time, a law of oblivion: glory to the dead; life to the living.

In death a hero, as in life a friend!

I wear the key of memory, and can open every door in the house of my life.

Maybe the private life wasn't forever. Maybe everyone got it for a little while and then spent the rest of their lives remembering.

I remember from my father's funeral that the minister kept using a metaphor about life of a prism. And I took that away like a cherished image.

Loss as muse. Loss as character. Loss as life.