Quotes About Memory

The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly one you can never have.

I don't want them to be told to remember me.

A faire death honours the whole life.

And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay.

If we leave our smells behind us when we leave a room, surely something of our souls must remain when we leave this life?" - Qyburn

The only thing that lives beyond the grave is the wake you have created by the way you have lived your life; the goals you have set; the distance away from the normal you dared to tread.

Our memory of dreams is a glimpse of the full spiritual life that each of us leads beyond the physical.

I guess what I find so interesting about memory, and its role in a person's identity, is how the attempt to achieve accuracy requires you to remove yourself from your life in an authorial manner.

I have one show biz picture in my house. It's with Mr. Hope. I have asked for one autograph in my life: Mr. Hope's.

He is blessed over all mortals who loses no moment of the passing life in remembering the past

I pray that the life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in my memory.

I have resolved to pick one novel and just read it over and over again for the rest of my life, because I cannot remember anything anymore.

I live a real life so I forget to take pictures.

The biographer's real business - if it is not too arrogant to say so - is simply this: to bring the dead to life.

The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb.

She's forgetting,' Ellen said to Jack, plumping herself down on a chair. 'All of her life is leaking out of her. Soon there will be nothing left.

My mother always told me that as you go through life, no matter what you do, or how you do it, you leave a little footprint, and that's your legacy.

The popularity of an individual in life often only manifests itself in death.

Chunks of his life fell away, so that while we were moving ahead in time, he was moving back.

You cannot measure the loss of a human life. It's all the things a person was, all their dreams, all the people who loved them, all they hoped to be and could give back to the world.

Photography, because it stops the flow of life, is always flirting with death.

My first memory is of light -- the brightness of light -- light all around.

She promised him she would love him until she was physically unable to anymore and then after when all she could do was hold his photograph.

I don't need to see the old school to remember it and the teachers there. They changed the way that I've always looked at life and learning.