Quotes About Memory

I sat watching, listening, one hand shielding my lowered face from anyone and no one, my elbow resting on the rail, the passion in me subsiding, the taste of the girl on my lips. It was as though on the smell of the rain came her perfume still, and in the empty theater I could hear the throb of her beating heart.

It was as though on the smell of the rain came her perfume still, and in the empty theater I could hear the throb of her beating heart.

You are for me. That was my answer for him. The soft words in Russian I gave to him through the Mind Gift. Remember. Who were you before you came here? Before they hurt you? Go back. Go back to the ikon. Go back to the Face of Christ if need be.

thrown at you in every drugstore, the public has no accurate memory of anything; every social problem is observed in relation to 'norms' which in fact never existed, people fancy themselves 'deprived' of luxuries and peace and quiet which in fact were never common to any people anywhere at all.

The cafe au lait was strong and delicious. Five years among the Undead can't kill the memory. Nothing ever will.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories—points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

How many centuries must pass before the blood of so many has soaked deep enough into the earth to be forgotten?

Memory knows that we cannot endure its company.

Knowledge drifts in and out of my mind," said Lestat with a little look of honest distress and a shake of his head. "I devour it and then I lose it

Knowledge drifts in and out of my mind," said Lestat with a little look of honest distress and a shake of his head. "I devour it and then I lose it and sometimes I can't reach for any knowledge that I ought to possess. I feel desolate, but then knowledge returns or I seek it out in a new source.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories-points in time which time itself cannot erase.

You forgot Oxalá, but he never forgot you.

I devour it and then I lose it and sometims I can't reach for any knowledge that I ought to possess. I feel desolate, but th knowledge returns or I seek it out in a new source.

The ones we love become our burdens in death, and this is how we remain connected to them.

It was the man of memory and the man of visions that I knew as soon as I studied him.

Y nuestro cerebro da color a la lluvia. Y el trueno es como algo que recuerda algo. Stan Rice.

He was a boy dying here whom few would remember except for me.

They may be dreams of the feverish mind. They may be phantoms wrapped in the garments of memory.

Amadeo," I said, kissing him once again as the blood flowed over my lips and into his mouth, "what was your name in that lost land?" Again I filled my mouth with blood and I gave it to him. "Reach back for the past, child, and make it part of the future.

Ma la bambina, quell'antica bambina, la mia Claudia, era cenere. Un urlo crebbe dentro di me, un selvaggio e devastante urlo che veniva dalle viscere del mio essere; si alzava come il vento che faceva turbinare la pioggia su quelle ceneri, che batteva sull'impronta di una mano, sui mattoni, che sollevava quei capelli biondi.

No mortal lives long enough to forget their great loves entirely, do they.

Again it was words that healed. Words and memory.

All the old poetry makes sense when you look at one whom you have loved.

He knew her weakness. She wanted to be pretty, and thought she wasn't. When in fact he thought she was quite the prettiest thing in his memory.