Quotes About Memory

Seni unutmak en kötü k?sm?yd?.

I was just a kid," Thomas said, surprising himself.

My memory's fading already, Tom. I won't remember much when I wake up. We can pass the Trials. It has to end. They sent me as a trigger.

A distant, faded memory of sucking on pennies as a kid popped into his head.

Frypan has no reason to process or think too deeply about the returning memories. They're not like new revelations, things to which he should respond somehow. They've always been there, inside him. He has already reactedto them. He has been shaped by them. He's not learning. He's not experiencing. He's remembering.

He didn't remember any of the stories, and the thought filled him with a heavy sadness.

Come get me! It's all fading.... I'm forgetting everything but you.

Though the window to his past was caked with grime, revealing little more than splotchy glimpses, he knew he'd worked with WICKED.

Thomas and Teresa

He felt another tremor of emotion as he saw the faces of Chuck and Newt and Teresa in his mind's eye. A

Silencio. El vacío que ella había dejado cuando desapareció seguía en su cabeza.

If I don't see you on the other side," he said in a sappy voice, "remember that I love you.

Kiss me," she said. "Tom, kiss me." Her hands tightened on his face. She started to pull him down toward her. "No," he said, resisting. She stopped, a hurt look washing over her face. Her moving, blurring face. "Why?" she asked. The darkness almost had him fully now. "You're not … her." His voice, distant. A mere echo. "You could never be her.

She turned and walked away, and Thomas sat there, hoping his face hadn't flushed bright red when he remembered her being close to him in the Underneath.

was as if his memory loss had stolen a chunk of his language—it was disorienting.

And after that the dream faded,

Sarah was dead.

Thomas remembered the envelope in his pocket, a thing he'd almost forgotten about until now. His fingers twitched to pull it out and read it. No one said anything. Newt's expression darkened.

We've done it, too, man," Aris said. "Don't you remember?

Estoy medio confundido, viejo. Es raro sentirse triste y extrañar la casa de uno, si no tienes idea de adónde deseas volver, ¿cazas lo que digo? Lo único que sé es que no quiero estar aquí. Quiero regresar con mi familia donde sea que quede eso, al lugar de donde me sacaron. Quiero recordar.

If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he's dead, then maybe he was a great man.

There was nothing in common, in the way he was lying, with any of the positions I had seen him in while he was alive, until I remembered the pose by the river in which I had most wanted to kill him. He now had that same relaxed, enjoying look of belonging anywhere he happened to be, and particularly in the woods.

The river and everything I remembered about it became a possession to me, a personal, private possession, as nothing else in my life ever had. Now it ran nowhere but in my head, but there it ran as though immortally. I could feel it -- I can feel it -- on different places on my body.... In me it still is, and will be until I die, green, rocky, deep, fast, slow, and beautiful beyond reality.

I never knew her in life. She exists for me through others, in evidence of the ways her death drove them