Paulo Coelho Quotes

Live in the past, but don't remember too much.

You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.

Those who live in memories are never really dead." The House At Riverton

The act of memory is an act of ghostwriting.

Memory is corrupted and ruined by a crowd of memories. If I am going to have a true memory, there are a thousand things that must first be forgotten. Memory is not fully itself when it reaches only into the past. A memory that is not alive to the present does not remember the here and now, does not remember its true identity, is not memory at all. He who remembers nothing but facts and past events, and is never brought back into the present, is a victim of amnesia.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable

I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you can hardly unmake the present. But the past after all is merely to say a memory, a dream. You know my own past seems continually changed when I am remembering it, or reading things that are interesting to me.

Remembrances last longer than present realities.

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.

Remember me for these days, not the old ones.

Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.

But her brain was not interested in the future. Loaded with the past and hungry for more, it left her no room to imagine, let alone plan for, the next day.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

The past is a bucket of ashes

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.

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.

[Memory] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.

I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.

Visiting old haunts is hard on memory. Things shrink, change, and disappear.

I'm very good at the past. It's the present I can't understand.

He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

If you try to live that which is past, that which IS will bypass you.