No Memory Quotes
Though you forget the way to the Temple, There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not. You shall not deny the Stranger.
As dye soaks fibres, drawn into them to change their colour forever, so does a memory, stinging or sweet, change the fibre of a man’s character.
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.
Three scents accompany my memories of this place: cut wood, poppy-seed bread, and the soft, crisp smell of snow.
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.
There is a hopeless longing for nostalgia that pervades the human soul, a return to the warm glow of remembrance or some imagined past.
For with the perturbations of memory are linked the intermittencies of the heart.
...fear and pain are immediate, and that, when they're gone, we're left with the concept, but not the true memory--why else...would anyone give birth more than once?
Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere then evaporated, leaving only memory.
These were the moments that would stick in her memory for years to come, those instants of perfect bliss that nothing else would ever match again.
I wished, more than anything, to forget. But what I had, more than anything, was time to remember.
Only with steadfast memories can we now be strong so as to undo the mistakes of the past, to begin anew and build from the rubble of their betrayal...
Memories are powerful that way. They can bring a person back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.
It's all right, Ginny. It's over. It's just a memory.
The only way to truly record a person is not in words, not in still frames, but in bone and skin and memory.
He was stabbed by memory, that tyrant which impinges upon our dreams and leaps at out throat as soon as we awaken.
I wanted a life of adventure. I wanted to travel. I wanted to work my way up to being Somebody. I wanted to leave a mark on the Earth and be remembered.
I would have no need for the Memory Of Things past if those which were Present were more agreeable
Memory chooses to preserve what desire cannot hope to sustain.
Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.
She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.
She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory--the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.
Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually unrecognizable in the final s
And anyway, the anticipation was always worse than the thing itself - the anticipation and the memory, of course. And the anticipation of the memory was maybe the worst part of all.
Perhaps memory is a thing that everyone involved has to work at, like stitching up a big quilt out of everything that ever happened to you.
To live in the hearts we leave behind is to live forever.
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.
A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory. —STEVEN WRIGHT
With some stories, you really can't rush things. And it's often best just to sit back and enjoy the journey for what it is.
Life isn't memorable enough to remember everything. It's not like there are explosions all the time, or dog smoking cigarettes.
How many great gems were lost to thoughtand not put down to pen.You can but think of just a fewand then they're lost again.
Social conditioning, accompanied by moral and mental constraints, now serve to render the mediocre mind nearly incapable of unbiased assessment.
Author complains about "the further submergence of irrecoverable history into a perpetually churned present.
I've been wondering, " Isabelle commented reflectively over dessert, "if it is foolish to make new memories when you know you are going to lose them.
Memories shared change. You can add what you learned to the memory and it becomes easier to live with or benefit by.
Feeling this way was a particular kind of horror, having the emotions without the memories.
Yes it is, because you can only be brave if you're scared.
I don't know, Mom. Now that I'm about to graduate, I plan on being more spontaneous."Mom opened her eyes and burst out laughing.I said, "Got spontaneity on the calendar for next Tuesday.
