No Memory Quotes
Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror....
You should just keep your mouth shout! It gets very tedious having you make a snarky comment about everything that someone says in this group.
We are all swimmers before the dawn of oxygen and earth. We all carry the memory of that breathable blue past.
Begin with “I remember.” Write lots of small memories. If you fall into one large memory, write that. Just keep going. Don’t be concerned if the memory happened five seconds ago or five years ago.
The thing about memories wasn't that many of them inevitably faded, but that repeated recall of the ones you remembered burnished them into shining, gorgeous lies.
He had managed to lock away everything he didn't want to remember... and the memories returned as well.
Memories are important, like the bones of the mind. We build ourselves upon them, flesh and blood moulded around the pictures of what is past.
He trailed through hallways, ducking under arms no longer there, excusing himself as he pressed through conversations long since ended.
There are events in one's life which, no matter how remote, never fade from memory
His mind was betraying him. Phantoms not heard from in a thousand years rousing slowly from their sleep.
That's truth, Harvey, not what's written on a piece of paper or in blood too small to see - but the memory of how it felt being together.
Best to distrust this retrospective radiance: gold dust settles over memory and makes it shine.
Most people are not really scared of death. They are merely terrified of being taken to a mortuary and/or being buried or cremated and/or being forgotten.
Old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know.
Memory, of course, is unreliable, often evil, but it is the source of our identity."--Tennessee Williams
There are certain songs, and books, and films that are like points of high ground in the memory. Like they are even larger than your own experiences. They never go away.
...the mind can also be kind and does blot out those episodes of our existence that we can't erase in our consciousness.
When time furtively slips like sand through the fingers and our memory becomes tired and lazy, we recognize we are at war. We are at war with forgetfulness. ("The past was her best friend" )
Memories come to mind like excavated statuesthat have misplaced their heads.
She saw how the mind makes forever, in order to store the things it had already lost.
I would prefer to believe that things possess the power of recall, of recollection. That things are memoirs of the existences that once were theirs, if only we knew how to read them.
As long as Simon didn’t think about the past, the past couldn’t hurt him. But, increasingly, he couldn’t help himself.There was too much pleasure in the pain.
The fountain of youth resides in our memory. You will never outlive your shadow.
Time's arrow is the loss of fidelity in compression. A sketch, not a photograph. A memory is a re-creation, precious because it is both more and less than the original.
Memory is like that. It alters itself so that girlsare always trapped under the earth, waiting in the dark.
the invisible storehouse in nothingness, called memory.
I don't know what it is about the food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.
Designer of information superhighways need to take the occasional stroll down memory lane.
We don't forget... we remember... but later it becomes so faded and light in our memory that it no longer holds power to influence us anyway...
What a gulf between the self which experiences and the self which describes experience.
