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.

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

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?

A life without memory is no life at all

MY GOD!’ read Monte Cristo, ‘LET ME KEEP MY MEMORY!

I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.

Yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be.

I don’t want to break my memories with you.

La realtà sfuma e tutto diventa memoria. Perfino tu, a poco a poco, hai cessato di essere un desiderio e sei diventato un ricordo.

One of the seats of emotion and memory in the brain is the amygdala, he explained. When something threatens your life, this area seems to kick into overdrive, recording every last detail of the experience....

As she stooped over him, her tears fell upon his forehead.The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and...

I know what it is to put on weight. But when I got back to my routine, my body knew how to react. That’s muscle memory, and you’ll be amazed at what it can do.

A good memory is one trained to forget the trivial.

[I]n the end this shall be for me sufficient, that a marble stone shall declare that a Queen, having reigned such a time, lived and died a virgin.

O horário é um triturador de lembranças

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my...

When somebody loses a child like I lost, you don’t want to have his memory lost so this is a real tribute to him.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

Happiness is in love, in service, and in beautiful memory.

Each of us, I think, adopts a comfortable and familiar era or place in which to plant ourselves; and from then on, that which disagrees with our memories — a new building here, a change...

Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.

The ‘Instagram Generation’ now experiences the present as an anticipated memory.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, when memory plays an old tune on the heart!

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those...

Shame has poor memory.

Memory works in different ways for everybody. Different capacities, different directions, too. Sometimes memory helps you think, sometimes it impedes. Doesn’t mean it’s good or bad. Probably means it’s no big deal.

Losing you’re co-remember meant losing the memory itself.

In our beautiful memoryWe were all handsomeWe could all singWe all had the heart Of the prettiest girl in townAnd we all hit .300

Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.

Memory loss is the key to human reproduction. If you remembered what new parenthood was actually like you wouldn’t go around lying to people about how wonderful it is, and you certainly wouldn’t ever do...

Nod house turned into shouthouse. In the shout house memorysaid shut up. It said silence,misery said amen, the mule’sheadmeant my stubborn lungs. . .I stoodimagining I fell back dreaming,stuck tongue stuck in my jawbrokemy jaw

Nowadays he doesn’t think of his wife, though he knows he can turn around and evoke every move of her, describe any aspect of her, the weigh of her wrist on his heart during the...

It is my conviction that when events are forgotten, buried in the cellar of the page, they are no longer even history.

I wish I could leave you certain of the images in my mind, because they are so beautiful that I hate to think they will be extinguished when I am. Well, but again, this life...

So we don’t believe that life is beautiful because we don’t recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated and similarly we think we no longer love...

I’d give anything right now to go back, even just for a few moments, so I could pay more attention. Inscribe every detail of him, and of us together, onto my heart, where I could...

I don’t fancy colors of the face, I’m always attracted to colors of the brain.

That’s what memory is like: layers, one overlapping another, and compacting down the way old leaves slowly crumble and turn to a rich peaty soil, nourishing the new things that will grow. It’s why it’s...

Though why should we expect age to mellow us? If it isn’t life’s business to reward merit, why should it be life’s business to give us warm, comfortable feelings towards its end? What possible evolutionary...

If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me,If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence…If only you feel that love again someday for me,If only you are...

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed...

Silently we went round and round,And through each hollow mindThe memory of dreadful thingsRushed like a dreadful wind,And horror stalked before each man,And terror crept behind.