I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I tell you and you forget. I show you and you remember. I involve you and you understand. — Eric Butterworth Copy Share Image
My earliest memory of actually definitely wanting to be a filmmaker was when I got thrown out of class when I was… — Gareth Edwards Copy Share Image
“You must be good company for yourself." "Not me. My memories." "Maybe that's who you are, what you remember.” — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
“She felt with the shiver the rare sensation that she was exactly where she should be. She was an idea, a memory,… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
“Say to a blind man, you’re free, open the door that was separating him from the world, Go, you are free, we… — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
“Why would one wish to live out an eternity remembering everything they lost?” — Rachel E. Carter Copy Share Image
“I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of my life. If I didn't write them down, I should… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
When women hear those words, an old, old memory is stirred and brought back to life. The memory is of our absolute,… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
“I remember scrutinizing his face. I remember drinking his face down to the last drop, trying to elucidate the character, the psychology… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
Satire, like conscience, reminds us of what we often wish to forget. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
“Even if published in written form, history, it is argued, is not embedded as a memory at an individual level: it has… — Suzanne Keene Copy Share Image
The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
“Memories are slippery bastards – bring them into the light, handle them too often, they’ll bend, change colour. Keep them in the… — Sue Perkins Copy Share Image
His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks. His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind. Each item unearthed dust, tears,… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
“As we move further away I can hear the old lady say, “Remember when we were like that, Ed?” To which the… — Anna Bloom Copy Share Image
I... allowed my memory to journey back to the days when I was a boy of ten, full of health and optimism,… — Ruskin Bond Copy Share Image
