Memory Quote by Jane Smiley

“She loved to read her old poems. They are like photographs, she thought. There’s so much evidence of me.”

— Leopoldine Core

“Or rather, I dreamed of her constantly, only as absence, not presence: a breeze blowing through a just-vacated house, her handwriting on a notepad,…

— Donna Tartt

“I was following a phantom in my mind, whose shadowy form had taken shape at last. Her features were blurred, her coloring indistinct, the…

— Daphne du Maurier

“I couldn't tell what colour her eyes were. They were wet and dark and shining, like pools of deep, still water. For a second…

— Glenda Millard

“I held her eyes in mind, took her hand in mine. The feeling of our hands touching was strange, sudden. It was a feeling…

— Nawal El Saadawi

“The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not…

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

“Her departure was a gradual thing, like a watercolor left in the sun, every day fainter until one day the canvas was bare and…

— Catherine McKenzie

“but had always felt she was a visitor. She felt disconnected and different everywhere else too, but far from being a problem this gave…

— Isabel Allende

“She looked at nobody, but just before she went out, she raised her eyes and took a speedy glance at me. There was something…

— Agatha Christie

“She took pictures because it was the only way she knew she existed. I was here. It was about anchoring herself in a moment…

— Alexandra Bullen

“It’s so strange how an image, or thought, can just bring you instantly back to a memory. You find yourself feeling the same feelings…

— Lia Fairchild

“She is more memory than reality. She belongs to a time of teenage crushes, first kisses, crowded lecture halls and smoky pubs. Even if…

— Michael Robotham