Quotes About Memory

To long for love, to have experienced passion's deep pleasure, even once, is to understand the mercilessness of having a human body whose memory rides desire's back unanchored from season to season.

Literary history is the great morgue where all seek the dead ones whom they love, or to whom they are related.

Comics? Honestly, that's more a matter of nostalgia for me. I think most of that energy has gone to my love of literature, and my love of film...

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it

The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive.

I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it's hot and dead quiet again, and I love you still.

Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.

love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.

The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love." from "Memoriam

The first song I wrote was called "You" and it was a love song about somebody who didn't even exist. I remember them all because I used to always write terrible poetry. I keep all my notebooks.

When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades And the crowds don't remember my name When my hands don't play the strings the same way I know you will still love me the same.

[Memory] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.

A love grown old is not the love once new.

Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.

I love that the idea of examining memory, and the way memory is edited was made more interesting because it was being filtered through a writer.

She was my first love, and I loved her as only a boy loves.

I would love to have a photographic memory. It would come in handy with the rants I'm given on Scrubs... often on short notice!

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.

When I am dead, I am certain that the imprint of my love will be found on my heart. It is impossible to worship as I do without leaving some visible trace behind when life is over.

Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.

I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)