God always provides a pleasant memory to help ease the pain of a bad experience.

Fantasies… who needs fantasies? I have memories.

The mind forgets, but the heart will always remember. And what is the heart’s memory but love itself?

The past is a hotel. You can visit any time; enjoy the view. But you can’t live there. The cost is to high.

Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.

I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past recede. My old life still burns within me, but more and more of it...

Only memories have a future.

When your heart knows the truth, it never forgets.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.From an Irish headstone

Have you ever been homesick for someplace that doesn’tactually exist anymore? Someplace that exists only in yourmind?

At the heart of memory, is the stillness of time.

Grief keeps coming back with the same things in its hands — you know this. You know that the hands of grief are memory. Again and again, grief holds the same few things.

Awake your soul to happy memories.

Education is everywhere, prompting one to think, to consider, to remember.

Ya hoy la historia no es más que la estrecha hebra de lo recordado sobre el océano de lo olvidado, pero el tiempo sigue su marcha y llegará la época en que los años tengan...

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.

If you didn’t remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn’t?

It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a...

Time can erase mind memory.

Time gave us memory.

A face stared up at her from the mirror beside her hand. Was that really what she looked like? Was that really what she looked like, all sharp lines and huge silver-grey eyes? Certainly, no...

Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but not travel itself.

the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings

Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet.

I am an old man, and I am dying…Will you remember me, Jacob?”I promise, one day, I will join you, Mr. Gold.”Mr. Gold’s laughter sounded like a trumpet and brought light to the corners of...

Missing someone is the reverberating echo of everything beautiful about her—her laugh, her song, her touch, her smell, the power of her words, and the constant shadow that lingers on as her perfect image in...

Hatred can’t erase love memories.You need to focus on anything else.

a kind of memory that tells usthat what we’re now striving for was oncenearer and truer and attached to uswith infinite tenderness. Here all is distance,there it was breath. After the first homethe second one...

Reason and memory are nearly always at odds.

Distance has the same effect on the mind as on the eye.

Homeopaths argue that water has a memory.

Memory is the basis of every journey.

The teacher is a catalyst to convert information from a high energy state (list of facts) to a low energy state (visual concept associated with known concepts).

Lieux de memoire . . . ‘exist because there are no longer any milieux de memoire, settings in which memory is a real part of everyday experience.’ And what are lieux de memoire? [They] are...

The Place would already have started the leisurely, enjoyable process of digesting her into just one more piece of local gore-lore, half ghost story and half morality play, half urban myth and half just the...

Deep in Decemberit’s nice to remember without a hurt the heart is hollow.

This is only a record of broken and apparently unrelated memories, some of them as distinct and sequent as brilliant beads upon a thread, others remote and strange, having the character of crimson dreams with...

The stream of Time, irresistible, ever moving, carries off and bears away all things that come to birth and plunges them into utter darkness, both deeds of no account and deeds which are mighty and...

Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.

Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know? Who could know that the past is not as solid as this...

Memory in the mind of man can adapt to the worst conditions. I’ll give you an example, an analogy of sorts: Each night I sop rags with beer and lay them out in careful strips....

If he closed his eyes he could dwell in the circuit of air that had once held her, he could hold his breath and be inside her again, within the close and burning borders of...

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong,...

That’s why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

He was thinking of that time, the way one does on long journeys when rootlessness and boredom, lack of sleep or routine can summon from out of nowhere random stretches of the past, make them...

These were the moments that would stick in her memory for years to come, those instants of perfect bliss that nothing else would ever match again.