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.

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

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

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.

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

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

Batley insisted that no cult existed but the jury found him guilty of 35 offences including 11 rapes. three indecent assaults, causing prostitution for personal gain, causing a child to have sex and inciting a...

It was funny the way memory obliged the heart. His happy recollections were always afloat in his soupy subconscious where so many of his darker memories had sunk to the underbelly of his past and...

Paine suffered then, as now he suffers not so much because of what he wrote as from the misinterpretations of others…He disbelieved the ancient myths and miracles taught by established creeds. But the attacks on...

You’re bigger than I remember,” she said stupidly.”You too,” he said. “I also remember that you were beautiful.””Memory does play tricks on us.””No. Your face is the same, but I don’t remember what beautiful means...

The problem with memories is they get more valuable with time, and the places we keep them get weaker with age.

when it comes to youit belongs to youand, when it belongs to you, it is your.Take care of your challenges

There are places we fear, places we dream, places whose exiles we became and never learned it until, sometimes, too late.

I’m back in the basement of the Ascension Catholic Church, Francisco. And Little Suzie is here. She’s lying on an alter, and they’re hurting her. The bastards. They’re hurting her. There is blood all over...

Put out my eyes, and I can see you still;slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;and without any feet can go to you;and tongueless, I can conjure you at will.Break off my...

It is getting dark. In the low mists over the hills, an orange glow broods, as if the trees are on fire. Bats are flooding out from the hundreds of caves that perforate these mountainsides....

Memory is imagination in reverse.

That’s a bit sweeping. Sometimes it takes a while to find out how good or bad something has been.

I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a...

Hindi mo pwedeng mahalin ang isang tao nang hindi mo minamahal ang hilaga, silangan, timog at kanluran ng kanyang paniniwala. Kapag nagmahal ka’y dapat mong tanggapin bawat letra ng kanyang birth certificate. Kasama na doon...

I think cinema is the memory and the imagination of the country. Take the memory and imagination out of an individual, and he stops being an individual. I think it’s the same thing for a...

For some reason, I kept seeing it—it trembled and silkily glowed on my damp retina—a radiant child of twelve, sitting on a threshold, “pinging” pebbles at an empty can.

He was really quite addicted to her face, and yet for the longest time he could not remember it at all, it being so much brighter than sunlight on a pool of water that he...

You cannot make yourself have a flashback, nor will you have one unless you are emotionally ready to remember something. Once remembered, the memory can help you to face more of the truth. You can...

Because, George thought as she sat there with her eyes closed back before Christmas in Mrs Rock’s self-consciously comfortable chair in the counselling office, how can it be that there’s an advert on TV with...

How easily they spoke of love. And yet, when she’d needed the certainty of his feeling for her, he’d let her slip away, never able to bring himself to tell her about the ways in...

I don’t remember what he said. I’ve got a short-term memory.

All that helter-skelter about strings and memories was only relevant in the dark. It was light out now and time to put away childish things.

A child is asleep. Her private life unwinds inside skin and skull; only as she sheds childhood, first one decade and then another, can she locate the actual, historical stream, see the setting of her...

Take a moment to reflect on your life. If you are not satisfied with your reflection, then make adjustments. It’s never too late to live the life of your dreams. Believe in your ability to...

But what my car needs is gas, not memories! How can you make a car go on memories?’B.D. scratched under her Admiral’s hat. ‘What’d you think gas was, girl? ‘Course there’s all sorts of fuel,...

Those places where sadness and misery abound are favoured settings for stories of ghosts and apparitions. Calcutta has countless such stories hidden in its darkness, stories that nobody wants to admit they believe but which...

… for overstrong was the command to hold fast to each smallest particle of time, to the smallest particle of every circumstance, and to embody all of them in memory as if they could be...

Well we have to. We have to remember everything. If we don’t, by the time we grow up it’ll be gone forever.

It is all too common for caterpillars to become butterflies and then to maintain that in their youth they had been little butterflies. Maturation makes liars of us all.

That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did.

What we want is a social harmony, even as we live in a world where any idea about ‘the real thing’ is as likely to evoke the ancient memory of an advertisement for a soda...

I have a photographic memory. Especially for nudes.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

No matter your politics, … Love Bush or hate him. You have to support the men and women. … I think Mrs. Sheehan is disrespecting the memory of her child. It’s disrespectful. Her son made...

The only way we could remember would be by constant re-reading, for knowledge unused tends to drop out of mind. Knowledge used does not need to be remembered; practice forms habits and habits make memory...

Thought assists memory in enabling it to order the material it has assembled. So that in a systematically ordered memory every idea is individually followed by all conclusions it entails.

The event happened on my birthday. I don’t remember the date, I only know it was my birthday because there was no cake or presents.

Moving on, while he wondered, the dark through which Mr. Lecky’s light cut grew more beautiful with scents. Particles of solid matter so minute, gases so subtle, that they filtered through stopping and sealing, hung...

More fundamentally, I’m interested in memory because it’s a filter through which we see our lives, and because it’s foggy and obscure, the opportunities for self-deception are there. In the end, as a writer, I’m...