Forgotten Memories Quotes

When they die, no one will ever know that they lived on this earth.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

Continents of memory had been lost.

The past is a curious thing. It's with you all the time. I suppose an hour never passes without your thinking of things that happened ten or twenty years ago, and yet most of the time it's got no reality, it's just a set of facts that you've learned, like a lot of stuff in a history book. Then some chance sight or sound or smell, especially smell, sets you going, and the past doesn't merely come back to you, you're actually IN the past. It was like that at this moment.

She wondered if all the firsts in her life would go by so quickly, and be forgotten just as quickly.

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

The memory of most men is an abandoned cemetery where lie, unsung and unhonored, the dead whom they have ceased to cherish. Any lasting grief is reproof to their neglect.

I think it is very important that films make people look at what they've forgotten.

When you begin to think about the past, you realize how much of it is lost to us.

What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.

Tomorrow we will be nothing but earth and dust. Who will remember the love a soldier once knew?

What will die with me when I die, what pathetic or fragile form will the world lose?

Too much has been forgotten in the name of memory.

But it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs - all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram.

Somewhere we went wrong Our love is like a song But you won't sing along Have you forgotten About us

I still love 'All Right Now,' strangely enough. But then that's probably because I didn't play it for some twenty years.

... some of the things floating about in the Well of Memory are not worth recording.

You bury your childhood here and there. It waits for you, all your life, to come back and dig it up.

Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.

You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again." For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you.

The ninety percent of human experience that does not fit into established narrative patterns falls into oblivion.

God has no power over the past except to cover it with oblivion.