Quotes About Memory

We spend our years as a tale that is told.

You remember where you were doing each scene. 'Oh my God, it was so hot that day.' It's kind of cool to see a movie that you haven't seen in a long time and reflect on that stuff.

Son, always tell the truth. Then you'll never have to remember what you said the last time.

Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.

But as long as you remember what you have seen, then nothing is gone. As long as you remember, it is part of this story we have together.

My parents were divorced by the time I was even conscious - like I don't remember them ever being together.

After enough concussions the head injuries blur together.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

Neurons that fire together wire together.

You are never truly together with one you love until the person in question is dead and actually inside you.

That is the nature of endings, it seems. They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.

Sense of place is the sixth sense, an internal compass and map made by memory and spatial perception together.

Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.

It will take mind and memory months and possibly years to gather together the details, and thus learn and know the whole extent of the loss.

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.

Men are not only together when they are with each other; even the distant and the dead live with us.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and wished herself back to that previous occasion when Robert had first kissed her and told her that he loved her. If only they could go back, wipe out the intervening years. If only she could change the way he was, make him become permanently what he had seemed to be then.

It would be so easy to forget, so easy to be enticed by an old dream.

It was dread. A dread of going back into that other, long-dead life—or what he had thought was long-dead.

She remembered—oh, she could not stop remembering.

I will always think of you and always love you.

Soon she would know him only in memory. Soon she would lose him.

There is a feeling of warmth and safety associated with her memory. I believe I spent the rest of my childhood missing her.

Teddy. Diana floated on a cushion of fuzziness and wanted him. She wanted the terrible loneliness to go away. But Teddy was dead. He would never be there again.