Quotes About Memory

It was strange to think that right now, his mom, dad, and sister were living their ordinary lives back in Mesa. Didn't they notice his stuff in his room? Didn't they wonder who the kid was in the pictures with them? He would find a way back to them and make them remember. There had to be a way.

We remember the good times and the bad ones, forgetting that most times are neither good nor bad. They just are.

He felt good lots of days. Trouble was, on the bad days, that was hard to remember. At those times, for some reason, he felt like he had always been in that darkness, and always would be.

Sometimes it's too easy to forget the things you should remember — and far too easy to remember the things you really should forget.

I know what you are," Shallan whispered. "You're the blankness upon my memories. The part of me that looks away. The part of my mind that protects me from my past." "Of course I am," Veil said. "I'm your veil, Shallan.

It was simply the way of human beings, subtly changing the past in their minds to match their current beliefs.

And yet, he was finding more and more that he didn't want to take his mind off her. Which was more potent? The pain of memory, or the pain of forgetting?

Beyond that, memories have a way of changing on us. Souring or sweetening over time—like a brew we drink, then recreate later by taste, only getting the ingredients mostly right. You can't taste a memory without tainting it with who you have become.

You…can ride a bike, can't you?" "Sure I can," I said, getting onto one of the squeaky things. "At least I used to be able to. Haven't done it in years, but it's like riding a bike, right?" "Technically, yes.

Truth can never be defeated, Sarene. Even if people do forget about it occasionally.

That's Australia. She's not dim-witted, she just has trouble remembering to be smart.

Yes. Fortunately, before I died, I put a plan into motion. I can't remember it, but I'm certain that it was brilliant." "You know, I've said something similar myself on occasion, after a night of drinking." Kelsier rubbed his chin. "I'm free too.

You can't taste a memory without tainting it with who you have become.

La verdad no podrá ser derrotada nunca, Sarene. Aunque la gente la olvide temporalmente. -Eventeo-

Remembering the fallen was important, but working to protect the living was more so.

Did you know that even then, with computers and libraries and all kinds of reminders, we found it easy to forget where we came from? Maybe because we had machines to do the remembering for us, we felt we could simply leave it to them.

You remind me of someone I've forgotten.

in case Wayne failed." "Which never happens." Wayne grinned and took a bite of his apple, hopping off his steps to walk beside Waxillium. "Except that one time. And that other one time. But those don't matter, onnacount of my getting hit to the head enough times that I can't remember them.

Sparks. Good metaphor. Walking on crumpled tinfoil. I'd have to remember that one.

I couldn't remember what it felt like to laugh. I wondered if that meant I had already drowned.

He clutched to these names, repeating each one in his head, holding them like precious gemstones. The names mattered. The men mattered.

If we let it, memory can make shadows of the now, as nothing can match the buttressed legends of our past.

Sometimes it's too easy to forget the things you should remember—and far too easy to remember the things you really should forget.

Lately, she'd been having trouble picturing him. She could perfectly remember a picture of him, hanging above the mansion's hearth. But him? That wasn't so easy, though she loved him. That is not so odd an occurrence. A picture is an object, easy to define and contain, while a person is a soul—and is therefore neither of those things.