Quotes About Memory

If some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it. And I wanted to remember it for as long as I could.

What would you give to remember everything? I have this power. I absorb your memories; when you hear me, you relive them. A first dance. A wedding. The song that played when you got the big news. No other talent gives your life a soundtrack. I am Music. I mark time.

I realise, two decades after the events of this book, that deep inside it was not dying that truly rattled Morrie. it was being forgotten.

but her absence was like a character in it.

Death is as natural as life. It's part of the deal we made. Everything that gets born, dies. As long as we love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on - in the hearts of all those you have touched and nurtured while you were here.

This is how a legacy is built. One memory at a time.

proving heaven is always and forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

And I suppose tapes, like photographs and videos, are a desperate attempt to steal something from death's suitcase.

Her dresses. Her shoes. A bottle of her perfume. You don't need much to remember someone, Francisco. Even one thing will do.

Dor remembered Victor's voice. And while they deepen with age, voices are, to one destined to listen for eternity, as distinct as a fingerprint. Dor knew it was him the moment Victor spoke in the shop.

This is your house, Reb. You are in the rafters, the floorboards, the walls, the lights. You are in every echo through every hallway. We hear you now. I hear you still. How can I—how can any of us—let you go? You are woven through us, from birth to death.

Love lost, is still love...You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory.

Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those scenes weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end, she said. Love doesn't.

forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

Every family is a ghost story.

He told her the new names. No more Dippers or Tumble Bugs. Everything was the Blizzard, the Mind Bender, Top Gun, the Vortex. Sounds strange, doesn't it? Eddie said. It sounds, she said, wistfully, like someone else's summer. Eddie realized that was precisely what he had been feeling for years.

Alli took her husband's arm. "Your father was a faster runner and a better climber.

Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it

He told me a story. A man buried his wife. At the gravesite he stood by the Reb, tears falling down his face. "I loved her," he whispered. The Reb nodded. "I mean… I really loved her." The man broke down. "And… I almost told her once." The Reb looked at me sadly. "Nothing haunts like the things we don't say.

He draped himself in her sad memory, because it was the closest thing to having her around.

But science only knows what it knows. And because it lacks an understanding of the next world, it cannot explain that the flash before your eyes is actually a peek behind the curtain of heaven, where your life and the lives of all you've touched are on the same plane, so that seeing one memory is the same as seeing them all.

That death doesn't just take someone, it mosses someone else, and in that small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

heaven is always and forever around us and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

You want some?" he asked. "No, thank you, Inspector." "Don't drink?" "Not anymore." "How come?" "I drank to forget things." "And?" "I kept remembering them.