Quotes About Memory

The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another's heart.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

The only measure of your worth and your deeds will be the love you leave behind when you're gone.

A heart-memory is better than a mere head-memory. Better to carry away a little of the love of Christ in our souls, than if we were able to repeat every word of every sermon we ever heard.

Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.

There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes

I've always love how food preserves a memory.

He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers.

Love is something that you can leave behind you when you die. It's that powerful.

I am Massimo Bottura. I close my eyes and I want to understand where I am, cooking is about emotion, it's about culture, it's about love, it's about memory.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

Like an old photograph, time can make a feeling fade, but the memory of a first love never fades away.

Remember that time slurs over everything, let all deeds fade, blurs all writings and kills all memories. Exempt are only those which dig into the hearts of men by love.

If we have loved well while we were alive, there is life after death here-our love will go on for generations.

A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.

We love a genius for what he leaves and mourn him for what he takes away

A pretty girl is like a melody. That haunts you night and day.