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.

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.

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

Memory training is not just for the sake of performing party tricks; it’s about nurturing something profoundly and essentially human.

I don’t want to be a memory, I want to be a thought

At a time when history made its way slowly, the few events were easily remembered and woven into a backdrop, known to everyone, before which private life unfolded the gripping show of its adventures. Nowadays,...

From one moment to another memory steps back to rediscover the past

But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for...

Go with the boy.” The possibility of such hours will never be reborn for me.

Time has a memory with life, the universe, and everything.

As usual, he saves his wife’s for last. He leans on the cane and he looks at the headstone and he thinks about many things. Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take...

It follows that the one thing we should not do to the men and women of past time, and particularly if they ghost through to us as larger than life, is to take them out...

The path of memory is neither straight or safe, and we travel down it at our risk.

And if that’s the case — if we are our remembering selves — then it matters far less how we feel moment to moment with our children. They play rich and crucial roles in our...

For the record, he can tell you he actually has no memory of the accident whatsoever.

Thank God for the potholes on memory lane.

My brain tends to take the scenic route. Things come to the forefront of my mind sooner or later, it just takes time.

At the time I could no more believe my eyes than I can now trust my memory.

Sometimes we are written down in books. Or, someone tells a story in which our name figures. And so we live on, through someone else’s voice…These are the indelible marks others make of us, like...

Memory offers up its gifts only when jogged by something in the present. It isn’t a storehouse of fixed images and words, but a dynamic associative network in the brain that is never quiet and...

Memory is not an instrument for surveying the past but its theater. It is the medium of past experience, just as the earth is the medium in which dead cities lie buried. He who seeks...

White Americans have a short memory.

If I had to choose a moment in time when I knew my life would be different going forward—when I knew I would be different—this would be it.

…but Marcel in the novel does not merely remember what happened to him when he was younger and lived the life of a dilettante, in most cases he invents, he speculates, imagines makes up stories...

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.

Try to capture what you can’t bear to be without

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear’d with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And...

The garnets,’ Sniff moaned. ‘I didn’t get a single one.’ Snufkin sat down beside him and said kindly: ‘I know. But that’s how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now I just...

Dimly–at first wary that it was merely a dislodged fragment of the dream–she remembered Resurgam. And then, slowly, events returned, not as a tidal wave, or even as as landslide, but as a slow, squelching...

What made Olive the saddest about the Gardners was that everyone wanted to be enshrined in someone’s memory. It was the only way of living on after death, really: in the minds of loved ones....

…early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

Irremediablemente, él nota el regusto de melancolía. De pronto los recuerdos acuden atropellándose: palabras breves como gemidos deslizándose por una piel desnuda, escorzo de líneas largas y suaves reflejadas sobre un espejo que multiplicaba el...

I found myself intent on keeping the memories of the year to myself.[…]I didn’t want to share them. Because I didn’t want to dilute them

All great roads are paved with uncomfortable memories.

Que grande vantagem o recordar intrasigentemente!Agora tenho pena de nunca mais ter visto a outra raparigaE tenho pena de nem sequer ter olhado para esta(…)Porque todas as recordações são a mesma recordação,Tudo o que foi...

But the windows of the house of Memory, and the windows of the house of Mercy, are not so easily closed as windows of glass and wood. They fly open unexpectedly; they rattle in the...

Memory is igneous more than ingenious, igneous, and like granite, intrusive, heaved up within oneself, the whole range of one’s life, mountains’ forbidding height looming over the plains where one lives, mountains formed by the...

Women do not lie about their age. In fact, no woman ever has, its just that memory is the first thing to go.

He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He’d put it in almost fifty years before and hadn’t had...

Maybe his memory will be clearer later.

Images are the pegs holding down memory’s billowing tent.