Quotes About Memory

In this difficult era the most valuable commodity is the unfailing turn of the hours and how they retrieve for us the known harbor of yesterday.

People still vote for what they think they want; they're calling on a bright memory of a time that has gone, rather than voting for and demanding what they need for their children.

i hate not knowing what i did. _Eric

That was an idea I didn't want to have. But you can't erase a thought; once you've had it, it's there to stay.

The air was cold and wet, and if you stood still for a moment the chilling damp would creep into your bones. I could tell the temperature was taking a deep dive, and the bright sky of the morning was a fond memory. It was an appropriate day to dump a body.

We can't leave this world without leaving a lot of detritus behind. We never go out as cleanly as we come in; and even when we come in, there's the afterbirth.

Suddenly, he had a mental image of Xylda so vivid that it almost brought tears to his eyes: this whole rush of past experiences, brought back by that one inhalation. He knew he said something to Creek before he turned to walk back to the car, but he couldn't recall what it was a minute later. He had to sit in the car for a while before he left to run his errands. He pulled out his list of errands from his pocket and pretended to be studying it until he was calm and composed

Did Lou have Luke—isn't that your little boy's name?—here in the Shakespeare hospital?

people could bury the most serious and painful of memories, if you gave them enough time and distraction.)

the ache became longing, longing became nostalgia, nostalgia became fondness, and after a while he could see the funny side of it. A long while.

Tu novio-repitió-. Eso suena... joven. Y hace mucho que no lo soy. Eric Northman

But you can't erase a thought; once you've had it, it's there to stay.

He loved his mother. He just had a hard time remembering that some days.

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

One of my first memories is marching with my mom. I was in kindergarten with with the Catholic ladies when Martin Luther King Jr. got shot. We wore the black armbands and marched downtown.

A great performance like Lady Macbeth may be forgotten. Writing endures.

I have a memory problem. My family and friends call me Lady Ghajini.

It is almost everywhere the case that soon after it is begotten the greater part of human wisdom is laid to rest in repositories.

Here I found those who had set out before me, both by sea and land, except those who have died.

Looking back, all I can say is that the meeting with Bush was one of the most disgusting experiences in my life.

When I was a crusade director in British Columbia, all of our meetings were at 9:03. Somebody said 'That's ridiculous. Why did you do that?' It's because you remember it. You've never been to another 9:03 meeting.

There is a sense of melancholy attached to seeing images of yourself from a different era, especially when you see a picture.

I just write... I follow the melodies that I can't forget/the ones that pop up in my brain the most.

I just remember really loving words and writing about anything I could, and the way I'd remember things, like my library card number, was to make a melody.