Quotes About Memory

... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.

Everytime you grab at love you will lose a snowflake of your memory

I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.

Dad, would the love end just because a person dies?

The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.

Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn't hear anything. Ever again.

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.

He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.

Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.

She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.

I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.

The dead live." "How do they live?" "By love.

Last night I'd made love to a woman for the first and last time. It had been amazing and I had a memory that would shape the rest of my life.

I love that you can watch a film and 10 years later still be affected.

I was in love with the idea of him. An ideal of him. Of who I thought he was. Of who he used to be.

If not every one of these people, who were never perfect, is worthy of our love, at least their fate deserves our attention and our memory. They should talk and be talked about.

Perspective is the enemy of long-lost love.

He stopped and looked back at me "I love you too Pagan. I'll miss you. In every life.

I do know that I fell in love with the moment of falling in love and I wanted to keep that moment alive forever, at the expense of all those moments to follow.

The mind loves whatever repeats a pleasurable experience from the past. "I love this" basically means "I love repeating what felt so good before".

I believe that no matter what happens, or where we go, or if there's an afterlife, that we'll always be connected. Not even death can make me forget you, or forget that I love you.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.