Sharon Creech Quotes

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

The older you get the more new memories get wiped out, and you end up remembering more about your early life than what you did last week.

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

All that I've lived I've forgotten, as if I'd vaguely heard it. All that I'll be reminds me of nothing, as if I'd lived and forgotten it.

...and down they forgot as up they grew.

Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.

My memories pale as I prevail upon them again and again. They become more and more ghostly. I fear nothing so much as losing them altogether and having only my blank endless mind to live in.

At 60, I could do the same things I could do at 30, if I could only remember what those things are.

It is curious to note how fragile the memory is, even for the important times in one's life. This is, moreover, what explains the fortunate fantasy of history.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

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

When you get old, it's hard to tell what's memory and what you've kind of created in your head as memory, you know?

It's funny, I listen to friends who talk about back when they were 14, eight, 16, whatever, as if it was yesterday. Me, I've no idea what I did. It's all a blur, I'm afraid.

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

People do not connect with what happened last week, let alone what happened 20 years ago.

We have all forgot more than we remember.

Whether it's my age or my misspent youth, sometimes I forget whether I've worked with somebody or not.

I remember rather little of my life, and what I do remember is of small consequence.

Generally people forget the past and the path they took.

As I get older, my childhood self becomes more accessible to me, but selectively, in images as stylized and suspect as moments remembered from a novel read years ago.

Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.

Remind a man of what he remembers, and you will make him forget it.

I still forget, sometimes, that I am no longer 12 years old.

When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go to pieces like this but we all have to do it.

The young remember most deeply.... When we are old and failing, it is the memories of childhood which can be summoned most clearly.