Quotes About Memory

Life was fragile, and the shadows left behind touched those who came after. Hooves

Hoe graag zou ik niet beginnen met de beschrijving van iets moois, een diepblauw meer, omringd door perfect kegelvormige vulkanen, een bulderende waterval diep in een oerwoud, een klaterende bron die in een drassig grasland ontspringt, een tapijt wilde hyacinten uitgerold in een donker bos, plekken die ik op reizen met andere mensen heb gezien, misschien bestaan ze nog, niet alles is verknoeid. ? De tuin der onschuldigen

Ah crap!" I instantly shooed away darkness and whatnot, so that I was solid, visible me again. "Sorry, Stevie Rae. I forgot I'd gone all Bram Stoker.

Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.

Love is what remains when everything else is gone.

How will I stop loving him, Mama? Will I .... forget ? Mama sighed. Ah. That. Love doesn't fade or die, baby girl. People tell you it does, but it doesn't. If you love him now, you'll love him in ten years and in forty. Differently, maybe , a faded version, but he's part of you now. And you are part of him.

To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost.

Then he left her there, standing alone, surrounded by word ghosts; things she could have said.

He leans close and kisses each of my cheeks, whispering, "I loved her all of my life," as he draws back.

SUCH A THIN VEIL separated the past from the present; they existed simultaneously in the human heart.

We are outside again, walking, when he takes a bite and stops dead. "Wow," he says after a minute. Then, "Wow," again. I smile. Everyone remembers their first taste of Paris. This will be his.

That's the funny thing about writing your life story. You start out trying to remember dates and times and names. You think it's about facts, your life; that what you'll look back on and remember are the successes and failures, the time line of your youth and middle age, but that isn't it at all. Love. Family. Laughter. That's what I remember when it's all said and done.

Some people see a glass as half empty; some see it as half full. I put the glass in a cupboard and forget it's there. You get my point?

Their kiss was sad, an apology almost, a reminder of what they'd once shared.

As a scar commemorates what happened, so is memory but itself a scar.

afternoons I remember still: how the light seemed a bell; how it seemed I'd been living inside it, waiting— I'd heard all about that one clear note it gives.

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.Shovel them under and let me work—I am the grass; I cover all.

When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin… in the dust, in the cool tombs.

Why can I remember eggplant, when I can't remember my own name?!

The good thing about being with a woman who has amnesia is that the conversation gets to be all about you

I knew she wouldn't remember me," Della said as she and Jordan once again sat at the table. "She had her head so far up her ass in high school, the only thing she could recognize was her own colon.

It was a beautiful day and tomorrow was just a promise, and yesterday already a memory. The only thing to cling to was the present

This is time for us. Memory. A nostalgia. The pain of absence. But it isn't absence that causes sorrow. It is affection and love. Without affection, without love, such absences would cause us no pain. For this reason, even the pain caused by absence is in the end something good and even beautiful. Because it feeds on that which gives meaning to life.