No Memory Quotes

I am an old man, and I am dying...Will you remember me, Jacob?"I promise, one day, I will join you, Mr. Gold."Mr. Gold's laughter sounded like a trumpet and brought light to the corners of the room.

To lead a human life, a man must have a notion of himself as having a past and a future.

...It is only now that memory works both ways. Which of us dreamed it - those from the country of nights five times as warm and as cold, or those who turned away and woke?

To remember a man’s name is to give him eternal life

It's often the material things that provide the essence of memory.

MY GOD!' read Monte Cristo, 'LET ME KEEP MY MEMORY!

The battle for hearts and minds begins in the field of memory. And in that field, age has no limit.

How much of this day have you already forgotten?

I told her I was not sure I could bear living with memories, she said, Look up at the stars, look, they are not there, what you see is the memory of what once was, once upon a time.

Some commit slow suicide with the sweet poison of their memories.

What you don't know by heart you haven't really loved deeply enough

I long for a place that exists only in my memory –a cheery spot where my heart is happy and myspirit is free.

as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive

Repression is dangerous. It makes anvils of memories and drops them from impossible heights when you least expect it.

The music of life would be mute if the chords of memory were snapped asunder.

You’re always making up stuff from the past, ” she said. “And the stuff you imagine is always better than the stuff that actually happened.

How did I picture the life after the grave? I fairly bawled out at him: "A life in which I can remember this life on earth. That's all I want of it.

Like a great ship, this season has run aground. Dawn and dusk alternate at an old man's pace. I live alone in an area known as the 'Waterside', writing a book akin to the Revelations of St. John.

I can tell you this: there will be other girls, other disasters. And there will be nights to come, his life mostly behind him, when he will long to hurt like that again.

If I don't talk about it, it's either very displeasing or very precious to me.

In this city of loveYour memories tinkle like an anklet My heart rhymes melodies to its tune And affection shines like a droplet

What at one time one refuses to see never vanishes but returns, again and again, in many forms.

Remembering is organized for significance (not usefulness)

The question up for debate between Socrates and Phaedrus is whether the written word kills memory or aids it--whether it cripples the mind's power, or whether it cures it of its forgetfulness.

We only reach true wisdom when we accept that we have almost certainly forgotten more than we currently remember.

As long as there is love and memory, there is no true death, " - John Carstairs

Sometimes the good memories are just as painful as the bad ones.

In general the assumption of all of us, child or adult, was that this was a new country and that a new country had no history. History was something that applied to other places.

How do you like your blue-eyed boy Mr Death?

WheneverI look backTo the artOnce I cravedI wanna punchSquare in faceIf only I'm allowedTo do so...

Lately, I couldn't remember those years, as if childhood was a movie I'd only seen the previews to.

We live in a world of disposable memory, nothing's built to last, not even shame.

You'd think hindsight would do us some goodBut all it does sometimesIs add glass to the kaleidoscope

It was a time when she did not have the words to name things she saw, and so now, when she tried to recall them, the words could never be right.

Memory lane is not a road I like to go down. But that's the only way to remember not to forget.

What she remembered is undoubtedly something so radically different from the image I gave to her memory that the two may be incompatible.

It can only be that places left behind often become emotionally simplified - that they sound a single note of pain or pleasure, which means that they are never what they were.

Darkness just loosens the mask. Sharpens the mind's eye. Makes the color of a remembered pencil, or a tick of waxy red on a cracked plaster wall, as vivid as that taillight a few feet away.

Without memory, they were lost. And nobody wanted someone they loved to be lost.

Today was very full, but the problem isn't today. It's tomorrow. I'd be able to recover from today if it weren't for tomorrow. There should be extra days, buffer days, between real days.

Maybe I got a few words wrong, but that's so near how the conversation went, I'm going to call it truth.

We can free ourselves from the old stories that have reduced us & allow real love for ourselves to blossom.

The best way to be resurrected is to be forgotten.

Poetry lit fire in the vast forest of memories within you.

Memory may be pig-headed and want us to follow its whims along the blips and dips of our time line. ( "All the words he always wanted to tell her.")

Human beings are self-motivated. The two desires that spur human action are hunger and love. Without memory, humankind would no longer hunger for love.

This is not a lie: Memory has the taste and texture of cooked meat. Eat it and live. Remember, but only what it is licit to remember.In Aerograd, the word for meat and memory are the same.

Is this neuro-bot really supposed to be her, this creature, this thing, compiled of the ghosts of human data, the replicas of their past?

When I was very little, my mother used to say there was something of my grandmother in me, in how I tell stories the way I need them to be and not the way they actually happened.

In this early memory he looks different from the way I would remember him later.