The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.

I do have a blurred memory of sitting on the stairs and trying over and over again to tie one of my shoelaces, but that is all that comes back to me of school itself.

I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of my life. If I didn’t write them down, I should not probably forget all about them.

I’d been feeling like this for a while, the continual looking back, the stuckness of it all. I blamed it on the coming New Year, only four and a half months away, when the clocks...

I fear it is my lot, to bide my days in hunchbacked thought, to find what I forgot.

No, no, one can imagine nothing in the world, not the least thing. Everything is composed of so many isolated details that are not to be foreseen. In one’s imagining one passes over them and...

When you can see your life in retrospect, the romanticism of how good things once were gives way to the reality that positives and negatives comprise every day and every decade. (235)

With a little heartache; Gone with the time, Are certain memories, Intricately designed.To call & narrate A story of blissful sunshine.

Piper: it looks like we have hole. Percy: Yeah we’ve got a dam hole! (LOL-ing) Piper: What! Percy: Inside joke. (still LOL-ing) Piper: Whatever.

Are we not, all of us, in some way, damaged mirrors? Are we not constantly engaged in focusing the light of thought—memories out of the depths of human experience—onto the photographic plate of each moment?...

Yes, the long memory is the most radical idea in this country. It is the loss of that long memory which deprives our people of that connective flow of thoughts and events that clarifies our...

Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road.

I just could not leave the people who ever fill my heart. But if people leave, well, like today myself. That’s why I’m afraid to get acquainted with a lot of people because I’m afraid...

You’re really going to do it, aren’t you? You’re really going to go back to war?” Gregor said. He could feel something boiling up inside of him. “So, we’ll just forget about what happened. The...

Coming back is the thing that enables you to see how all the dots in your life are connected, how one decision leads you another, how one twist of fate, good or bad, brings you...

I try to remember everything, every thing, but sometimes I forget something. I don’t even know what it is sometimes, but I know it’s not coming to me, something about him isn’t coming to me...

when we’re done, I’ll be where the night never stopscradling a bruise that’s shaped like youwondering why sleep never came to mewondering how I still dreamed

A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we’re married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we...

Time passes by, memory staysTorturing silently, rest of our days… Sigh!

Who forgets himself in love remembers the future. (Qui s’oublie dans l’amour – Se souvient du futur)

Memory, in widow’s weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

Just remember: If you make unfounded assumptions before choosing a path, you’re blindly sauntering along.

You scour these Chinatowns of the mind, translating themlike sutras Xuan Zhang fetched from India, testing waysreturn might be possible against these homesick inventions, trace the traveller’s alien steps across borders, and in between discover...

… and then beginning to go back to what you can’t even remember.

Memory lived not in initial possession but in the freed hands, pardoned and freed, and in the heart that can empty but fill again, in the patterns restored by dreams.

What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life–to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to...

We carry our childhood with us.

If there’s one thing I’ve still got, it’s my memory. Which is too bad. Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we’d all be a little bit happier.

Love is like an elephant with wings. If it doesn’t fly, at least it remembers.

To feel successful, you must be able to be honest about the things that are really important to you.

Memory cannot produce a picture that Imagination has not retouched; and her pictures, even the ones least touched by Imagination, are no mere photographs, but the world of an artist.

A minha mãe escondia os sentimentos; talvez soubesse amar, não sei, mas não sabia nem dizê-lo nem mostrá-lo. Uma noite, eu fingia dormir, entrou sem fazer ruído. Acendeu a luz da mesinha de cabeceira e...

When a Truthsayer’s gifted by the drug, she can look many places in her memory – in her body’s memory. We look down so many avenues of the past… but only feminine avenues… Yet there’s...

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

Rhythm becoming thought, thought becoming memory; memory, which tends to shuck itself, to peel away. You get older, look back through a child’s tunnel vision, and realize you never knew the whole that tied the...

And with a relentlessness that comes from the world’s depths, with a persistence that strikes the keys metaphysically, the scales of a piano student keep playing over and over, up and down the physical backbone...

Today and every day, live and lead the memory you want to leave behind.

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to...

Life,” Garp wrote, “is sadly not structured like a good old-fashioned novel. Instead an end occurs when those who are meant to peter out have petered out. All that is left is memory. But even...

So why bother investing in one’s memory in an age of externalized memories? The best answer I can give is the one I received unwittingly from EP, whose memory had been so completely lost that...

Don’t we all have a certain number of images that stay around in our head, which we undoubtedly call memories and improperly so, and which we can never get rid of because they return in...

Rosemary was unaccustomed to worrying about what people thought of her memories. She certainly did not judge others on theirs. In a society that circulated memories as currency, such judgment was considered the height of...

Echo of the waves appears in the sky, their lights reflected in your eyes. I’m back in our world and happy again. The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace… The power in your touch, serenity...

If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase–not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been–what would you...

l’oubli dont je commençais à sentir la force et qui est un si puissant instrument d’adaptation à la réalité parce qu’il détruit peu à peu le passé survivant qui est en constante contradiction avec elle.

I saw an infinity of forgotten details dancing across history’s dizzying expanse.

I have become an orchidwashed in on the salt white beach.Memory,what can I make of it nowthat might please you-this life, already wastedand still strewn with miracles?

A full moon, although less splendid than that earlier on,lit everything around. Before I reached the point where I would have to leave the road and set off across country, the narrow path I was...

I didn’t want to remember…yet in remembering, it dawned on me – finally – just how far down God had reached to free me.

The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.