Quotes About Memory

Her spirit will live on as long as ours do, because she will live inside us.

She could never truly be gone.

Leafpaw felt that he reminded her of some other cat, but however hard she stared at him, she could not remember who.

Leafpool glanced at Alderheart. "My son seems to have forgotten that I've been running the medicine den since before he was born.

Old habits stay longer than old scents, eh? - Yellowfang

They will find a fourth, and the battle between light and dark will be won. A new leader will rise from the shadows of his death, and the Clans will survive beyond the memories of his memories. This is how it has always been, and how it will always be.

Willowshine and I created a circle of ferns in which we can each remember our lost Clanmates

Do you remember when Frostpaw got scratched in her eye by that stick?

Fading echoes

Take care of your kin," his mother meowed. "And remember that I'm always with you. . . ." Her voice died away on the last few words. Crowfeather saw her shape begin to fade, until it was no more than a frosty glimmer in the air, and then was gone.

There will be three cats, kin of your kin, with the power of the stars in their paws. They will find a fourth, and the battle betweem light and dark will be won. A new leader will rise from the shadows of his death, and the Clans will Survive beyond the memories of his memories. This is how it has always been, and hot it always will be.

There is no memory less satisfying than a temptation that we resisted.

Events are like telephone poles, streaming back past the observation platform of a speeding train.

Mi hermano sostiene que creer que antes era todo mejor es un callejón sin salida. Pero distinto es una palabra que le gusta.

A grandmother pretends she doesnít know who you are on Halloween.

One thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child's name and how old he or she is.

But seen through a long lens, peacemaking founded on 'forgetting' appears to have a limited lifespan.

He died when he was only nineteen years old. I was still a baby at the time, so I didn't remember him. Growing up, I'd always told myself that was lucky. Because you can't miss someone you don't remember. But the truth was, I did miss him.

Everyone my age remembers where they were and what they were doing when they first heard about the contest.

Once we reached the edge of the Be-Free Forest, we entered Holden's Field—a large, flat, open field of rye, perched precariously on the edge of the Cliffs of Salinger, a place where I had completed several different book-report quests at several different grade levels. I had also played countless games of tag in this field, with other kids from around the world. Kids I had never met and would never meet in the real world, with usernames that they had probably changed long ago.

The tenderness in her tone, which had once been so familiar to me, now felt completely foreign. Hearing it again was like a knife in my heart.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.

All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.

My mind held fast to that hot morning and the moment of coolness in the cabin. I could so easily re-enact every moment. Again-why had I gone back to exchange the beautiful charts at that precise moment? How many times would I, in whatever innocence, be compelled to choose the right time?