Quotes About Memory

My friends and family had put the bedroom back together and I woke the next morning thinking, for one brief second, that it was just another beautiful early-spring day. As I sat up, though, my body began to weep even before my mind recognized the cause for grieving. The world would never be the same. Everything I would make from that day on would recall how it had changed. Everything I did for myself would be in the name of what we had been.

I'm crying because out there he's gone, but he's not gone inside me.

There's a sort of jet lag when you time-travel to your own past.

While he lived, entire worlds weren't enough to contain him. Now six good feet of earth are sufficient.

Nothing like a good war to forget a night of exquisite soul-killing humiliation.

The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain, to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war. No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

Yet the one I think of most often_¨

Names etched on the head of a pin, one name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel. A blue name needled into the skin, names of citizens, workers, mothers and fathers, the bright-eyed daughter, the quick son; alphabet of names in a green field, names in the small tracks of birds, names lifted from a hat or balanced on the tip of the tongue, names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory. So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.

A Memory It came back to me not in the way a thing might be returned to its rightful owner but like dance music traveling in the dark from one end of a lake to the other.

It didn't matter that I felt like a fool 'cause I forgot when she walked through the door.

If we examine our thoughts, we shall find them always occupied with the past and the future.

No one dies so poor that he does not leave something behind.

Passing time isn't a steady thing. People try to measure it, but some days seem to have years packed into them, and others pass in the blink of an eye. Some days matter, and others don't.

i've forgotten more than you'll ever know

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.

They say everything can be replaced, Yet every distance is not near. So I remember every face Of every man who put me here. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.

Remembrance of things past, I do that all the time.

and if anybody asks me is it easy to forget I'll say it is easily done, you just pick anyone, and pretend that you never have met

I thought I had seen a face like Sun Pie's before but couldn't remember just where. He had an unusual way of talking…slow but with slam bang action words.

Hearing about Hank's death caught me squarely on the shoulder. The silence of outer space never seemed so loud.

I once loved a woman, a child I am told

When I say my name I hear a burned-down church.