Quotes About Memory

But of course, time didn't work like that. And memory is but a television show of your own life, a movie screen that you can play witness to, but not interact with, change to course of, redirect.

What I did not know was how longing could store itself away in the hollows of one's bones and then one day without warning flood out.

Those into whose lives you are born do not pass away. Slow Man

Even as I think these words for the first time, the me who is my future self is remembering me thinking these words for the first time.

To survive being a parent is to fictionalize memory - to constantly re-create and re-contextualize the past, to invent a narrative that makes sense of the bizarre distortions introduced into one's life under the strain of responsibility, obligation, and love.

Oh thank you, Jesus. It's Roarke. He tapped a finger on Eve's head. You really shouldn't forget your own husband's name.

He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. Nothing could have pleased him more than the quick suspicion on her face. You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me. I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you. Darling, he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. You'll be thinking of what I can do to you.

Drinking doesn't make problems go away. Just because you can't remember them doesn't mean they're not there.

I'd trust you a hell of a lot more if you didn't refer to her as an old friend when we both know she was a hell of a lot more What she was is nearly a dozen years in the past. Years before I ever set eyes on you. Now simple bafflement joined the irritation and the ice. Christ Jesus, are you jealous of a woman I haven't spoken to, seen, or thought of in years? Even only looked at him for one long moment. You're thinking of her now

Alone, Roarke took the gray fabric button from his pocket, the one he'd found on the floor of his limo. The one that had fallen from the jacket of that drab gray suit she'd worn the first time he'd seen her. Studying it, knowing he had no intention of giving it back to her, he felt like a fool.

I don't remember, and I don't want to remember. I've been a victim, and once you have, you need to do whatever it takes not to be one again

Music isn't just a bunch of notes strung together, sweetheart. It's life. It's memory. Songs trigger specific and often predictable emotional reactions. Music's an expression of emotion, desires.

You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me. I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you. Darling, he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. You'll be thinking of what I can do to you.

It worked because, lo and behold, she suddenly remembered her good friend Ariel mentioning she'd seen a strange guy hanging around in the neighborhood." "I'm shocked and stunned. What does lo mean? I get the behold, but what is lo and why is it always handing with behold?" "Behold must like it because it always lets lo come first.

She'd have put it behind her, Eve thought, but it was always behind you. In a corner, in the dark. Squatting there behind you and chuckling in its throat.

forgotten, in a hormonal haze, she held. "I could use some of that coffee.

Aku mencintaimu. Untuk semua waktu ketika aku lupa mengatakannya. - Eve Dallas

Gwen almost as long as I can remember. When I got

The Present is the living sum-total of the whole Past. THOMAS CARLYLE

Alone, Roarke took the gray fabric button from his pocket, the one he'd found on the floor of his limo. The one that had fallen from the jacket of that drab gray suit she'd worn the first time he'd seen her.

Those who survived lived forever with that echo of what was gone sounding inside their heads.

Jack clenched his teeth against the rising pain inside him. He took being team leader to heart both on and off the battlefield. The mission and his men were his responsibility. Rico, Pecos and Neil were his Delta brothers, and it killed him that he could only remember bits and pieces of what happened. They're here, DT. They're alive! Will Taylor's—aka

All creatures come into the world bringing with them the memory of justice. But we live in a world of laws, I said to my poor prisoner, a world of the second best. There is nothing we can do about that. We are fallen creatures. All we can do is uphold the laws, all of us, without allowing the memory of justice to fade.

Geschichte lebt nicht, wenn man ihr keine Heimat im Bewusstsein gibt; sie ist eine Last, die kein freier Mensch zu tragen gezwungen werden kann.