Memories Quotes
He is the story I cannot finish he is the poem I’ll always miss.
Charlie GilbertCharlie Gilbert I suppose therefore that all things I see are illusions; I believe that nothing has ever existed of everything my lying memory tells me.
Rene DescartesRene Descartes Late-night conservations, Breathtaking memories, and an endless sky full of unseen dazzling stars. That’s how I want to remember us.
AurthurAurthur I feel I am stuck in memories of ours there is no past or the future but a series of moments halted without a given command. And time has stopped making sense.
Kanika ChughKanika Chugh When it is said that an object occupies a large space in the soul or even that it fills it entirely, we ought to understand by this simply that its image has altered the shade of a thousand perceptions or memories.
Henri BergsonHenri Bergson Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
Marcel ProustMarcel Proust It’s funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?
Stephen KingStephen King Love will leave you at some point but how it left will always stay.
Laura ChouetteLaura Chouette Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.
Victor HugoVictor Hugo On bitter autumn nights your name lies at the tip of my tongue, as silent memories of us come to haunt me.
Court YoungCourt Young Loving memories last forever, I am at a loss for words during this sorrowful time. Please know that I am thinking of you and praying for peace and comfort.
Leo BuscagliaLeo Buscaglia Nothing stands out so conspicuously, or remains so firmly fixed in the memory, as something which you have blundered.
Marcus Tullius CiceroMarcus Tullius Cicero It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
Lewis CarrollLewis Carroll Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.
MoomerMoomer April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. EliotT. S. Eliot The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
William WordsworthWilliam Wordsworth