The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
I heard a definition once: Happiness is health and a short memory! I wish I'd invented it, because it is very true.
There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.
The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.
Short + Memory quotes ⇑Short Quotes
Touch has a memory.
The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.
Memory is more indelible than ink.
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards
The town was paper, but the memories were not.
All memory Quotes ⇑
Women always worry about things that men forget; men always worry about things women remember.
Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.
Always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.
Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.
Your memory is a monster; you forget-it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you-and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!
What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that's gone forever, impossible to reproduce.
Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with your self esteem.
Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
I am seated in the hearts of all living beings, and from Me come memory, knowledge, as well as forgetfulness.
The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope.
There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.
We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.
When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.
Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
Do not let the memories of your past limit the potential of your future. There are no limits to what you can achieve on your journey through life, except in your mind.
Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don't go along with that. The memories I value most, I don't ever see them fading.
Right now I'm having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before.
Disillusioned by unsatisfying sense pleasures, man is haunted by the memory of his lost soul peace. Harmed by the poisoned honey of pleasures, he ultimately seeks the pure divine nectar.
People aren't supposed to look back. I'm certainly not going to do it anymore.
"But that's how memory works," Bitterblue said quietly. "Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission." And sometimes they came back incomplete and warped.