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

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.

So one can lose a good ideaby not writing it down, yet by losing it one can have it: it nourishes other asidesit knows nothing of, would not recognize itself in, yet when the negotiationsare...

Changes in Relationship with others:It is especially hard to trust other people if you have been repeatedly abused, abandoned or betrayed as a child. Mistrust makes it very difficult to make friends, and to be...

You grieve at first. And then slowly, with the yawning of the years, the disappeared gets scraped from your memory, the way your flesh can be peeled from your limbs. It’s very harsh and extremely...

And if Amsterdam was hell, and if hell was a memory, then he realized that perhaps there was some purpose to his being lost. Cut off from everything that was familiar to him, unable to...

So much of the past in encapsulated in the odds and ends. Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted...

Time moves in one direction, memory another. We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.

Memory chooses to preserve what desire cannot hope to sustain.

For me, clothing is nothing without the story behind it. Everything I own evokes some kind of memory.

This is my home, Cape Breton is my home, and I don’t know if I really want to leave it as much as I might think and I’m sort of scared to leave it all...

Why could this darkness rip the gloominess around meHad an unknown reason of being fearful for so longThinking, if its touched by these horrendous windsWill unleash my sorrowful side & my mood swings!Aesthetically pleasing it...

Go for broke. Always try and do too much. Dispense with safety nets. Take a deep breath before you begin talking. Aim for the stars. Keep grinning. Be bloody-minded. Argue with the world. And never...

There’s no way to really preserve a person when they’ve gone and that’s because whatever you write down it’s not the truth; it’s just a story. Stories are all we’re ever left with in our...

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.

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