No Memory Quotes

Faith keeps our ships moving, while empathy and the memories of our experiences guide us to wisdom.

Could there be anything more sad and more lonely than remembering what terrible things the future will bring?

Time becomes meaningless without memory and we humans have a unique consciousness that allows us to live in the past or the future, which is actually more of a curse than a useful superpower.

Only memories have a future.

Photography is never real, it’s merely one of many ways of telling the truth.

I can imagine her memories of the novel, or, more likely, of who she was and how she felt when reading it.

You will die but the words you speak or spoke, will live forever.

Your words crossed a threshold, And entered the past, Yet they have created, A word that will last.

I want to remember what we were like before we became ourselves.

There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost.

There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.

Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day?Where were youwhenI was silent with God in prandial pray?Where were youwhen I recited love poems as I lay?Where were you?

Instead of lullabies, my mother would sing us songs of the Revolution. Now she sings them to her grandchildren. 'Are you nuts?' I ask her. She replies, 'I don't know any other songs.

Sometimes I return back to the state of mind I had as a child when I believed nothing was impossible.

A birthday is a glorious day filled with good laughter, gladness and great memories.

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

Prereading is a game changer. It changed my life. Everyone is smarter when they have seen the material before. You will be too

Prereading is a game changer. It changed my life...Everyone is smarter when they have seen the material before. You will be too.

I'm gonna take all my sadness, frustration, anger and energy and channel it into becoming the best possible student.I AM GOING TO BECOME A LEARNING MACHINE.

The mystery of the MAGIC BATHROOM will be revealed unto thee.

(About the magic bathroom).If knowledge is money, and money is gold, then this is modern day Alchemy. Feces (wasted time) is turned into gold (knowledge).

Train your brain to gain.

She has passed information to you. Figures names and facts. You have learnt nothing very much. But you have a splendid memory. It will help you when you start to learn.

What I learn today I shall know forever. Whether or not I remember that I know it is a different story.

… remembered summer light, and the luminous inverted ghost of a boy with a parrot on his shoulder.

All that helter-skelter about strings and memories was only relevant in the dark. It was light out now and time to put away childish things.

I Cannot Remember You...engulfed in liquid amnesiaI cannot fight the tide

I cannot remember you when the rain flows down -I cannot remember youandmy heart begins to drown ...

Till the chit is in blissful state, the world does not come in one's remembrance (one forgets the world till that time).

Desires occur because pratyakhyan [resolutions to not repeat the mistake] were not done. It comes in the memory because pratikraman [repentances] were not done.

It is then he realises that certain things loom larger than forgiveness and reconciliation: memory, for one, and history, bloody history.

Life becomes involuntary repetitive when you suffer from short term memory loss.

When all you have is the memory of a thing, all you can think about is how the thing is gone.

Sinto que há uma estranha eternidade naquilo que amámos e foi destruído.(I feel that there lies a strange eternity in that which we loved but has been destroyed.)

And in that vastness, it felt like every memory existed only to disappear one day.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean--""To speak of it?" asked the K'mir. Diane nodded. "You have to, just to bleed off the poison from the memory.

But how can one regret what, to the mind, has never existed? Even loss is an inaccurate description, for what loss is without the awareness of losing?

had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes

Now and then, I remember you in timesUnbelievable. And in places not made for memoryBut for the transient, the passing that does not remain.

Each memory was now the shadow of a shadow of a shadow. The only thing that remained tangible to him was the sense of absence.

All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death is the key to the gate that bars memory.

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.

No mark survives this place: you too will yieldto unmemory.

Sometimes things just slip past you, into your hands and out through your fingers. In my half-in/half-out state I began to wonder if that could happen to people, too.

You are in no man's land. Which never moves, which never changes, which never grows older, but remains forever, icy and silent.

-(I)n memory, remorse wraps the self.

The body remembers who we are supposed to be. And in this there is grief.

Grief keeps coming back with the same things in its hands — you know this. You know that the hands of grief are memory. Again and again, grief holds the same few things.

For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even those stones then forget.

The memory of sacred moment is unforgettable.