Quotes About Memory

Matt's mouth watered at the memory of cookies.

Turn, turn, Jack willed the boy... Thorgil, thought Jack. He missed her - oh, heavens, how he had missed her! - and yet he hadn't been aware of it till now.

I remember you, the mond said. And you, spawn of Satan. He glowered at Thorgil. Do you recognize him? asked Jack. Thorgil shrugged. We pillage so many monasteries.

Thy mother honored us. We do not forget. - The yarthkin, to Thorgil

I remember too much. But don't worry, Don Sombra. People like me have an infinite ability to forgive themselves.

Sit down, Mi Vida," said El Patrón, indicating a chair by the table. "As I remember, you like cookies.

There they are, held like flies, in the amber of that moment...

People have no memory about that sort of thing and, after all, there's nothing to forget except bad taste.

I never saw Sauveterre again and it was to be many years before I even heard his name, but in the end I found myself adopting his little boy, so small is the world, so strange is fate.

I watched him until he disappeared between the forest trees—watched after him almost as if I knew that, through no fault of his own, I would not converse with him again for a long time.

Bless Thomas, he understood at once; he smiled. I will never forget that smile, brave and warm an innocent and—No. I must not see the rest. Must not see the yearning, the longing, the desire.

That was the day I most remember, now that I fly over battlefields and the screams of dying men echo up to me as fate falls like soot from my gray wings.

But I never forgot Florence. And now, my wife has passed away, and I wondered if it was possible that Florence still remembered me as I remember her.

Memory, both individual and collective, turns out to be the greatest shock absorber of all.

Climate change is like that; it's hard to keep it in your head for very long.

I wanted to rub handprints through his dust

She'd remembered the wrong things, and forgotten too much. She'd remembered how to kill and how to hate, and she'd forgotten how to grow.

No one had ever shouted at me in my life: my mother with her quiet voice, my gentle father. But I found something bitter inside myself, something of that winter blown into my heart: the sound of my mother coughing, and the memory of the story the way they'd told it in the village square so many times, about a girl who made herself a queen with someone else's gold, and never paid her debts.

my limit for useful spells is somewhere around nine or ten a day. I haven't found a limit for spells of mass destruction. I can learn a hundred of those just by glancing at them, and I never forget any of them.

If I could have remembered, at least some of the words would have been wrong: like hearing again a half-remembered favorite tale from childhood and finding it unsatisfying, or at least not as I'd remembered it.

Not a hundred feet away the river roared over a cliff's-edge, and were weren't really leaves, even if I'd been careful to forget that.

I remembered Sarkan in his tower, plucking girls out of the valley, and his coldness when I'd first come, as though he couldn't remember how to think and feel like an ordinary person.

My body remembered the endless day;

They learned the wrong things. But if we stay, if we fight, we will remember the wrong things. And then we would become… We decided that we would rather not remember.