Quotes about Memory

I had no memory at all of Sarah and I was completely free from anxiety, jealousy, insecurity, hate: my mind was a blank sheet on which somebody had just been on the point of writing a message of happiness. I felt sure that when my memory came back, the writing would continue and that I should be happy.

She had an immense store of trivial memories and when she wasn't living in the future she was living in the past. As for the present—she got through that as quickly as she could, running away from things, running towards things, so that her voice was always a little breathless, her heart pounding at an escape or an expectation.

There are small bits of useless knowledge which stick to one's brain like barnacles to

What a snapshot is to your life, your life is to eternity, so wouldn't it be nice if eternity captured you smiling?

Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.

It's curious the way we get nostalgic for some hoped-for thing that never happened, as if something that never happened were in the past.

If any person wants to see clearly just how much she has changed - whether for better or worse - let her revisit after some lapse of time any place where she has ones lived. She will meet her former self at every turn, with every familiar face, in every old recollection ... She will see how much she has gained in some respects, how much she has lost - irretrievably lost - in others.

The dead will only be dead if you stop remembering them.

And yet... you wouldn't want it to stop hurting... you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could.

He who accepts human love must bind it to his soul with pain, and she is not lost to me. Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

But would you believe it? I couldn't remember one word when I woke up this morning. And I'm afraid I'll never be able to think out another one as good. Somehow, things never are so good when they're thought out a second time. Have you ever noticed that?

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes." -Anne of green gables