Quotes About Memory

And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.

She is my first and only love. Most people know that their first love will not be their only love. But for me, she is both.

Love, like light, is a thing that is enacted better than defined: we know it afterward by the traces it leaves on paper.

How vast a memory has Love!

While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave, I have other uses for you, darling. I love the dead.

As long as you remember what you love and why you love it, it will never be far from your heart - or your plate.

I'm writing mostly to thank you for living you eighty years and to tell you I love you and think of you often.

Love and memory last and will so endure till the game is called because of darkness.

Goodbye, Hari, my love. Remember always--all you did for me." -I did nothing for you." -You loved me and your love made me--human.

What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?

In love longing I listen to the monk's bell. I will never forget you even for an interval short as those between the bell notes.

It's cruel that I got to spend so much time with James and Lily, and you so little. But know this; the ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here

Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?

Memory is a slippery thing. When something terrible happens to you, like the loss of someone you love...memory can turn into a soft blanket that hides you from the loss.

Every love story is a ghost story.

I would like to have a second chance at my first love.

Love that endures, from life that disappears!

Love is of all stimulants the most powerful. It sharpens the wits like danger, and the memory like hatred; it spurs the will like ambition; it intoxicates like wine.

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

Remember,even if we can't see them, those we love are always with us.

The secret, which is not so secret after all, is that the people who we love live on in our hearts, in the beat of our blood.

There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever.

... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?