Best Memory Quotes to Inspire, Uplift & Motivate You Every Day

“She would die, and maybe everyone would forget that she had ever lived.”

“Who can be worried without the light of a memory?”

“O, never from the memory of my heart”

“In years past, a person died, and eventually all those with memories of him or her also died, bringing about the complete erasure of that person's existence. Just as the human body returned to dust, mingling with atoms of the natural world, a person's existence would return to nothingness.”

“Deyr fé,”

“The world is paralyzed, and humanity is in quarantine. It is a strange symmetry that I was born in one pandemic and will die during another.”

“And when suddenly”

“She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.”

“That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we're old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner or later we'll lose everyone we love. We're never the same. But somehow we're all right. We go on.”

“… for overstrong was the command to hold fast to each smallest particle of time, to the smallest particle of every circumstance, and to embody all of them in memory as if they could be preserved in memory through all deaths for all times.”

“Since we live in the heads of those who remember us, we lose control of our lives and become who they want us to be.”

“How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.”

“Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death.”

“I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now”

“Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!”

“Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.”

“The worms do not take heed of caste and rank when they feast on our ashes," the Raja said. "Your subjects will not remember you. They will not remember the shade of your eyes, the colors you favored, or the beauty of your wives. They will only remember your impression upon their hearts and whether you filled them with glee or grief. That is your immortality.”

“She had lost all our memories for ever, and it was as though by dying she had robbed me of part of myself. I was losing my individuality. It was the first stage of my own death, the memories dropping off like gangrened limbs.”

“A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we're married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that's why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he's dead.”

“Of course he wasn't dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking. The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.”

“Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she’d realized again what she’d learned at five when her mother left – that what made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting the small things first, the smell of the soap her mother had bathed with, the color of the dress she’d worn to church, then after a while the sound of her mother’s voice, the color of her hair. It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree’s heartwood.”

“We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.”

“And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.”

“[HAMILTON]”

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.”

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”

“Sorrow in the Heart of an Apple”

“Some knowledge comes not from curiosity, but from fear.”

“I have a shocking memory - I remember everything.”

“Every impression ever made on a person from newborn babyhood onwards will contribute to the shape and texture of the imagination.”