Quotes About Memory

Love is short, forgetting is long, and understanding longer still.

I don't remember feeling love.

when someone you love dies, he becomes your enemy; he fights you tooth and nail from a hidden position; he successfully raids what small provisions you have gathered to keep yourself going.

I will always remember you, even though you had no idea I was even in the room. My words wouldn't come, I could only dream. A crush or a love?

Love always leaves a significant mark.

But a haiku by Buson came into his mind: 'I try to forget this senile love; a chilly autumn shower.' The gloom only grew denser.

Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation.

Scent is the strongest tie to memory.

True love rules especially through memory.

It is not, as somebody once wrote, the smell of corn bread that calls us back from death; it is the lights and signs of love and friendship.

Every love story is a potential grief story.

If you really ever love someone, that doesn't go away, although you wish it would.

Every time I open the drawer, it's a trip down Memory Lane, which, if you don't turn off at the right exit, merges straight into the Masochistic Nostalgia Highway.

I would tell you more of Him, but how shall I? When love becomes vast love becomes wordless. And when memory is overladen it seeks the silent deep.

I love you. Never forget that. Never forget...me.

But he had been in love once, that he knew. Once and only once, and a long time ago. And it had changed him forever. Perfect love did that to a person and this had been perfect.

I love the stage, it's my first love - but, it's gone. You do your performance, then it's a memory. It only lives in the moment.

The only way to have eternal love is to never let your heart forget what it's like to live without it.

...that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love.

Meet my dead dad, he replied.

We get inflamed, I guess, when people come back and try to make something of the case. It's like we heal and then the wound opens again. It was hard enough for me, but Allison lost her sister. It doesn't matter that it was in 1978.

Memory is freedom of the past. But what has no present will not accept the present of a memory either. Memory says of the event: it once was and now it will never be again. The irremediable character of what has no present, of what is not even there as having once been there, says: it never happened, never for a first time, and yet it starts over, again, again, infinitely. It is without end, without beginning. It is without a future.

C'est un grand acte de sagesse à la fois et de pitié de la part du créateur, que de nous avoir interdit la connaissance de l'avenir, alors qu'il nous à octroyé les délices du souvenir et les prestiges de l'espérance.

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead.