No Memory Quotes
You cannot build a complete memory with a single memory tool any more than you can build a complete building with a single carpentry tool.
Putting the past behind you isn't like stuffing something in the back of a drawer or trimming a loose thread. The past has a life of its own.
He's not learning. He's not experiencing. He's remembering.He walks to the next screen, hungry to be himself again.
No self is of itself alone. It has a long chain of intellectual ancestors. The "I" is chained to ancestry by many factors… This is not mere allegory, but an eternal memory.
He thought of his remembrance of Jordan, thought of how it hurt to even look at Isabelle and Clary. Without memory, they were lost. And nobody wanted someone they loved to be lost.
There was something in the back of my brain, tapping its fingers on the door to my memory.
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Maybe to have a memory you need time for reflection, however brief, just to let the memory find a place to settle.
Through memory we travel against time, through forgetfulness we follow its course.
It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh.
Didn’t young people care what the generation before them had achieved? And if not, why had everyone gone through those grim difficult wartime years?
To remember nothing, " they would say. "What more could one possibly ask of eternity?
This country awakens so many memories, though each seems like some restless sparrow I know will flee any moment into the breeze.
If you work hard enough at something that doesn’t matter, you can forget for a while about the things that do.
When it comes to Jews, you have a two-thousand-year memory, but when it comes to us Palestinians, you have a sixty-year amnesia.
My hate is stronger than the dimensions, stronger than memory, stronger than time. My hate is now the truest part of who I am.
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.
I thought I can throw away all my memories but whenever I tell my mind to do it, memories stick it more...!!
Memories wasn't a place, memories was in the mind.
It may not seem like much - a few kisses in the dark - but it was enough to burn a hole like an ulcer in my heart.
Every work cancels the dark. Every work is a hymn from the other side of memory to a memory that is spellbound. Beauty is death's gift to vulgar life so that it can live in beauty.
Sentiments, as I have found, can be harvested from places where our memories are fondest.
The experience of life should mature you. It is your choice to transform a memory into a wound or wisdom.
For some reason, I kept seeing it—it trembled and silkily glowed on my damp retina—a radiant child of twelve, sitting on a threshold, "pinging" pebbles at an empty can.
The problem with memories is they get more valuable with time, and the places we keep them get weaker with age.
The feelings that still linger, decade after decade, aren’t just the residue of a love lost. They are as real as the first day I told her I loved her." ~Corbin Jones, Voice of Innocence
No one can soothe my inner being like you. No one can make me look to the future with such excitement like you did. No one can understand me, fulfill me, fit me like you did." ~Emma Ranstein
I would give anything to have that memory back--to see what it was like between us when we loved each other enough to believe it was forever.
Preservation of the past has been one of humankind’s chief preoccupations for centuries, although I am not convinced much of it is worth preserving.
The easy assumption that we have remembered the most important people and events and have preserved the most valuable evidence is immediately trumped by our inability to know what we have forgotten.
A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
And he ate up all her vision, as he had done the first day she saw him so long ago.
The memory of his voice made her feel warm and happy, though she could not explain why
Dark, cool, musty, smoky, where light fell funny and everyone looked like someone you knew or wanted to know. Or, more likely, wanted to forget.
We want so badly to be happy – to live the kinds of lives that we always hoped we’d live – that we give gifts to ourselves by remembering things not as they were, but as we wish they were.
We paw at nostalgia even before we hit twenty, wanting a holiday that never happened, a wholesomeness that could not survive in the wild.
I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory.In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait
Our memories are like a city: we tear some structures down, and we use the rubble of the old to raise up the new ones.
Those are the facts but not the truth, which does not even speak the same language.
It is a long time ago. So many lives ago--I get them all confused, don’t you?
He had talked to hundreds of witnesses. And he knew that if someone felt pressured, they would try too hard, and their imagination would fill what their memory couldn't recover.