Sara Teasdale Quotes

Great Time makes all things dim.

There is no remembrance which time does not obliterate, nor pain which death does not terminate.

Time's the thief of memory

I can barely remember what I wrote yesterday, let alone 10 years ago.

People say you never remember anybody who dies in movies, and it's true, you don't. You don't even remember people who disappear.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

Our memory is and always will be as good as time travel gets, and in the meantime time will do the travelling for us.

Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.

Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.

Do old people always live in the past? What yesterday was firm and true, may not be so today.

If our greatest fear is to sink away alone and unremembered, the brutality that time will inflict upon each of us will always run stronger than any river's murky waves.

The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams?

To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

It is lost, lovely child, somewhere in the ragbag that I laughingly refer to as my memory.

When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

And though I remember her name I cannot recall her face. All things pass.

How idle a boast, after all, is the immortality of a name! Time is ever silently turning over his pages; we are too much engrossed by the story of the present to think of the character and anecdotes that gave interest to the past; and each age is a volume thrown aside and forgotten.

She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.

You know, as you get older, the first thing you lose is memory. It seems to be happening with me.

To be forgotten, is to die a little.

When you do a movie, you don't know when it's going to come out. In a year, you forget about it.