Quotes About Memory

Perhaps I made him up, and what I once had was not Chinese-sight at all but child-sight that would have disappeared eventually without such struggle.

But as time goes on we not only remember specific things in relation to the people we have loved; their lives get built into our lives and finally the transference is complete. We are what we are because of them.

But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings.

Alive to the loving past She conjures her own. Nothing is wholly lost— Sun on the stone. And lilacs in their splendor Like lost friends Come back through grief to tell her Love never ends.

How cruel memory is, forgetful memory that drops whole lives out without a qualm!

and Andy, gloomy and self-devouring, sat at his desk and chewed the cud of memory.

I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?

You are the sum total of everything you've seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot- it's all right there.

This bed yawns beneath the weight of our absent selves.

People may not remember what you said, but they will remember how you made them feel

People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will never forget how you made them feel. ~ From intro to movie: Spinning Into Butter

Will I be less dead because I wrote this poem or you more because you read it long years hence.

When I find myself filling with rage over the loss of a beloved, I try as soon as possible to remember that my concerns and questions should be focused on what I learned or what I have yet to learn from my departed love. What legacy was left which can help me in the art of living a good life?

If you're going to live, leave a legacy. Make a mark on the world that can't be erased."-Maya Angelou

I hadn't so much forgot as I couldn't bring myself to remember. Other things were more important.

Sounds came to me dully, as if people were speaking through their handkerchiefs or with their hands over their mouths. Colors weren't true either, but rather a vague assortment of shaded pastels that indicated not so much color as faded familiarities. People's names escaped me and I began to worry over my sanity. After all, we had been away less than a year, and customers whose accounts I had formerly remembered without consulting the ledger were now complete strangers.

Her husband remains, in my memory, undefined. I lumped him with all the other white men that I had ever seen and tried not to see.

they had not come home, but had left one familiar place of painful memory for another strange place with none. The

I came to understand that I can never forget where I came from. My soul should always look back and wonder at the mountains I had climbed and the rivers I had forged and the challenges which still await down the road. I am strengthened by that knowledge

La esencia se escapa, pero su aura permanece

People will forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.

But they talked, and from the side of the building where I waited for the ground to open up and swallow me, I heard the soft-voiced Mrs. Flowers and the textured voice of my grandmother merging and melting.

And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.

I'll remember the things you said to me and I'll cherish them always.