Quotes About Memory

My first taste memory is of our nanny in South Africa making white bread sandwiches with salad cream, which was potato mashed with a cheap mayonnaise thing with bits in it of - I suppose - pickled cucumber. I absolutely loved them.

Writing about where I was from and the people I knew was not something that would have occurred to me early on, because like so many Southerners of that period - the Sixties - I rejected those things when I went north.

I saw my first Broadway show when I was 10 years old. I saw 'Big: The Musical' and I remember going out to dinner with my mom afterward and reading the souvenir program like crazy!

When I die there may be a paragraph or two in the newspapers. My name will linger in the British Museum Reading Room catalogue for a space at the head of a long list of books for which no one will ever ask.

I write in that space between Ella's childhood and mine. I know it all sounds a bit sinister.

What you possess is not what you jingle in the pockets of your memory, but the imaginings with which you fill the spaces of the future.

I have been loved, " she said, "by something strange, and it has forgotten me.

When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.

The memory of how he felt when he cared about her was going to be the most painful thing after he began to hate her.

Maybe his nightmare had been about me.

What do we do know?(Peeta)I guess we try to forget...(Katniss)I don't want to forget.(Peeta)

She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream...

She died without us by her side, and now, we are left with the scars. In time, they will fade, but their haunting memory will remain.

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lost

For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.

As long as there is love and memory, there is no true death, " - John Carstairs

The first time he saw her she reminded him of a distant memory of falling from a height.

Sometimes the memory of someone is better than the reality of them.

James Patterson, First Love

I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory.In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.

She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory--the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.

Maybe you are a memory who is supposed to live forever.

...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...