Quotes About Memory

For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.

I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI'll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.From an Irish headstone

I still remember that feeling of walking somewhere confidently, seeing him mid stride and putting my foot down just fine… but feeling like I stumbled.

I don't have any fancy story, about the way we fell in love.It was that one awkward move, and the next I remember, I was looking at you.

When she remembered a summer it would be this one. When she remembered love it would be his.

I think that before and after we kissed are two different timelines.

What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be.

Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.Words you can't have back, so they linger.

My soul remembered him, my heart connected with him but time had separated him from wanting me right now.

I remember touching her hand for the first time. I remember kissing her angelic soft lips for the first time . Everything seemed so easy, everything seemed possible . She smiled at me and flew away

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.

When you touch a man's heart, he will remember it forever.

World knows I am pathetic in remembering dates. I really wonder how I perfectly remember all the dates on which we met

May be its a good idea to write something about you in my book... At least then, there will be a place where we will meet everyday... and be together forever!

You will be my souvenir in American summer, when all I can think about are Parisian springs.

I remember the way his eyes pinned my body against the backdrop of Paris as if I was some rare butterfly pinned to an exhibit box.

No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight.

Happiness is not always a reality many times it is in our memory.

...to understand infatuation, how the loved person can become a holding pattern for all the tattered ends of memory, experience and thought you've ever had.

Love doesn't come with an on-off switch. It's made of too many threads of memory and hope and heartache that weave themselves into the very core of who you are.

Love imprints a memory on the heart that no one can erase.

Writing poems is simply an excuse to remember You.

Everytime I stare at your pictures I'm like "what kind of fool would ever miss this "But babyMy love for you is perceived as a diss