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.

A life without memory is no life at all

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.

I hid Mrs. Frozenwater’s body in the ice cube trays in my freezer. Better to keep her there than let her memory thaw out and evaporate. Scotch on the rocks, anyone?

Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

Still, he was pleased to know that he could recall so much of the play and passed the rest of the journey pleasantly in reciting lines to himself, being careful not to snort.

For a second, two seconds, they had exchanged an equivocal glance, and that was the end of the story. But even that was a memorable event, in the locked loneliness in which one had to...

You are in no man’s land. Which never moves, which never changes, which never grows older, but remains forever, icy and silent.

I like remembering her as she was—a fantasy of the future.

The future is just a memory that has yet to be born

But what is the sense in forever speculating what might have happened had such and such a moment turned out differently? One could presumably drive oneself to distraction in this way. In any case, while...

He felt lighter than he had in weeks, and he realized that the monster he had been running from wasn’t really a monster after all. It was simply that place in the heart that holds...

… I believe in some sense much akin to the belief of faith, that I noticed, felt, or underwent what I describe—but it may be that the only reason childhood memories act on us so...

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.