persistent memory Quotes

For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

Once the music gets in you, it doesn't leave you.

I do remember what I said. The promise. To protect her. If I'd done that ... even if I didn't make it, you wouldn't've had to jump. I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course. But after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again, do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways ...Every night I save you.

The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it’s still there, the events and things that pushed you to where you are now.

Our memory is a monster; you forget it - it does not.

But it’s there. Just because I haven’t told anyone doesn’t mean it isn’t there, all the time, lurking in the back of my mind, like one those NSync songs you can’t get out of your head.

But when you flee someone, no matter how far you roam, that person will follow you as doggedly as the stars.

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.

I did not know that history is like a blood stain that keeps on showing on the wall no matter how many new owners take possession, no matter how many times we pint over it.

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.

Even though I will never be evicted again, I am haunted by those times and still work relentlessly.

Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.

No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

Memory cannot exist without endurance of the things perceived, and the thing perceived cannot remain where it has never been.

… she gave me a look that deftly combined tenderness with revulsion. To this day the memory of that look still visits me like a Jehovah’s Witness: uninvited and tireless.

We cannot describe sound, but we cannot forget it either.

The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

I will come back as a little breeze. You will feel me on your face, and you will know that I am still listening. So you can still talk to me.

She gets on you under your skin like a tattoo she'll always be there!

Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.