Quotes About Memory

For one more time, he decided to give away smoking.And then, she happened one more time in his head.

Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was a wintry November morning!

Every tear is a memory of you.

How could I miss you while you are never off of my mind.....while you are never missing from my heart

I tend the flowers of my mindWatering our memories as they bloom

A spiritual connection with someone lasts forever, even when physical presence fades.

I dreamt of you last night - as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me.

Mercifully one forgets one's love affairs as one forgets one's dreams.

Books are best preserved in the minds of readers.

My love for you attains immortality whenever it is touched by the thought of death

Nostalgia can be more painful than a surgeon's knife.

We have so much to learn from a fallen teardrop which is wiped away from our cheek…never to be felt again

First love is like hearing your favorite music, regardless of how much you repeat it, every time you will enjoy all the pain.

They asked me why I loved him, and I said: "Because he doesn't remember how to love himself.

We all remember people the way we want to remember them.

It's good to be vanished and remembered than to remain and become forgetful.

Every story is true and a lie. The true part of this one is: Love and the memory of love can't be drowned. The lie part is that this is a good thing.

Why did you not forget your heart also? I should never have let you have that back." ...

Once a thing is removed from your heart, a trace of it still remains.

He left his footprints burnt into my heart.

At last, you will not be remembered for roaming the earth as a non-entity, but by every word, and every miracle, and every love, and every seed that ever came from the innermost part of your heart.

Faded is my heart.... Faded is my dream....Faded they may seem.... Never I scream!

I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead

I really miss you and I still have that one picture of you, where your eyes had no point of view, but pictures say nothing and this one will stay in my minds room.