Quotes About Memory

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Perhaps we always want the person we love, to have the existence of a ghost.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.

Memories are meant to fade, Lenny. They're designed that way for a reason.

You can never betray the people who are dead, so you go on being a public Jew; the dead can't answer slurs, but I'm here. I would love to think that Jesus wants me for a sunbeam, but he doesn't.

My uncle used to love me, but she died.

He who has loved and who betrays love does harm not only to the image of the past, but to the past itself.

I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.

Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.

I love my hair. But I don't even remember my original color because I started bleaching it so young. I was, like, 11.

When you lose someone you love, they never really leave you. They just move into a special place in your heart.

We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.

Nostalgia is masochism and masochism is something masochists love to share.

First love is dangerous only when it is also the last.

We think of first love as sweet and valuable, a blessed if hazardous condition.

PRE. For your dedication and loyalty to your principles and beliefs. For your love,warmth and friendship. For your family and friends. You are missed by so many and you will never be forgotten.

Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart, and my heart will go on and on.

I have come to believe, more strongly than ever, that after people die they really do live on through those who love them.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else.

'T is said that absence conquers love; But oh believe it not! I've tried, alas! its power to prove, But thou art not forgot.