No Memory Quotes
Inside the museums, | Infinity goes up on trial | Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
It was as if the body disdained memory... or refused the responsibility of it.
Memory is the 'filling cabinet' of the brain wherein is stored all thought impulses, all conscious experiences, and all sensations which reach the brain through the five physical senses.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good thing for the first time.
The existence of forgetting has never been proved: we only know that some things do not come to our mind when we want them to.
MISS PRISMMemory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.
I shall never forget you. I have never forgotten anyone whom I once knew. My life has never been crowded, and seems not likely to be so.
If a woman is given only a limited amount of time to spend with the man she loves, she endures the separation by constantly recalling and reliving every moment down to the finest detail.
If you would be remembered, write a book worth the reading or live a life worth the writing about.
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.
At such times one sees everything and remembers it all. I know from personal experience. I wish I did not.
...he told me all the things he liked to THINK he thought in the misty past.
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything becomes what we choose to invent.
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.
I would have no need for the Memory Of Things past if those which were Present were more agreeable
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
Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere then evaporated, leaving only memory.
There is a hopeless longing for nostalgia that pervades the human soul, a return to the warm glow of remembrance or some imagined past.
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.
For with the perturbations of memory are linked the intermittencies of the heart.
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.
To live in the hearts we leave behind is to live forever.
...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?
It's all right, Ginny. It's over. It's just a memory.
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.
He was stabbed by memory, that tyrant which impinges upon our dreams and leaps at out throat as soon as we awaken.
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.
The only way to truly record a person is not in words, not in still frames, but in bone and skin and memory.
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...
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.
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.