Quotes About Memory

...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

It's sad when the people you love most become a bitter memory.

She is the innocent stuff in the background of time.

If she knew how beautiful love is, she would already put it in a box, seal, and preserve it.So she could smell it whenever she wants.

You're like a song I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew untill I heard it again

Dad, she's beautiful. I remember where she was standing.

I don't miss you, I miss who I thought you were.

I dreamt of land but that was so long ago.I don't even know if he still exists.

And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy

For those special moments you never want to forget. When it comes to you, all I need is a pencilEthan

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don't know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeanother vagabond lost to love.

Remembrance is a strange thing. With love its pain is bearable. With bitterness it simply destroys.

Dedicandote estos versos, una pulsera vieja, con tu nombre al reverso.I dedicate these verses, an old bracelet with your name on the back.

It is perhaps necessary for something dear to be lost.""Why?""Perhaps it is necessary to the making of a story. A story after all is a way of remembering love.

Sometimes it's not just your favorite song. It's your untold story.

I am the spirit of the river that caught you when you were falling as leaf, you don't remember me, but I do.

What are we doing? Are we talking? Are we having fun? Are we building, destroying, remembering, or forgetting love?

I told myself a thousand times every single day I needed to forget you. I forgot to forget, and I forgot what I told myself" From "The Jasmine Tree: Love in the time of revolutions

Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.

Keep yourself as busy as you can. Try and forget. But even with 7 billion other distractions... you don't forget me.

His memory is the last place i want to be. I would give anything to always be in his present.

Once upon a time, I wish I had sneezed. The end.

I wanted to leave marks or what?prints or blemishes? so when they track you, they'd know, i'd been there inside you, like an odour of your skin

We don't hate what we once loved but we decided to take some time off and it was eternal