Quotes About Memory

All the powers of soul and body,memory, understanding, and will, interior and exterior senses, thedesires of spirit and of sense, all workin and by love.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

It's been so long since I made love, I can't even remember who gets tied up.

Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.

A dead love never dies.

And when you love a book, commit one glorious sentence of it-perhaps your favorite sentence-to memory. That way you won't forget the language of the story that moved you to tears.

The woman who bore me is no longer alive, but I seem to be her daughter in increasingly profound ways.

Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.

The days of wine and rosesLaugh and run awayLike a child at playThrough a meadow landToward a closing doorA door marked "Nevermore"That wasn't there before

So, my sweet, did it put the fun into funeral?

Time passes. I drift in and out. As if I cease to be, until I remember to exist again.

Each day my buddy the Hippocampus meets me at my front door and takes me out for a walk then rewards me with some new brain cells. -Johnny Wowk AKA Johnny The Walker

Leave your legacy today before you're gone tomorrow. -Johnny Wowk AKA Johnny The Walker

It is important not to turn the dead into saints. Nobody can walk in the shadow of a saint.

If all we are allowed is hours, minutes, I want to be able to etch each of them on to my memory with exquisite clarity so that I can recall them at moments like this, when my very soul feels blackened.

My voice, when it emerged, cracked a little. "I'm not in love with a ghost.

Jess's grandmother had often said that the key to a happy life was a short memory.

We move on always carrying with us those we have lost. What we aim to do in our little group is ensure that carrying them is not a burden, something that feels impossible to bear, a weight keeping us stuck in the same place. We want their presence to feel like a gift.

She couldn't believe losing someone you had known such a short time could feel like losing part of yourself, that it could make food taste wrong and colors seem dull.

I saw that pretty much everyone bore the brutal imprint of love, whether it was lost, whipped away from them, or simply vanished into a grave.

You should have been here, Will, I told him silently. It was you she really needed.

They called each other "baby" so often that I occasionally wondered if they had forgotten each other's names.

Did I imagine it all? Sometimes I think I've made what happened between Will and me so much bigger in my head. Like how can I have loved someone that much in such a short time? And all these things I think about the two of us - did we actually feel what I remember? The further we get from it, the more those six months just seem like this weird... dream.

He smelled of warm, sleepy male. She had forgotten what a weirdly potent scent that was.