Jojo Moyes Quotes

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.

In memory, you can access something from the past, anything that you've experienced that you remember - it's there. Now, you might have a memento of it in a photograph or in a film or a building or some clothes that you wore. There might be something that connects you to this memory. But all of us are just all caught in this time, whatever that is.

I watched the way you watch when you know you want to remember.

If you ask me, music is the language of memory

[Memory] visits when it is hungry, not when you are.

When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.

Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.

Memory. My poison, my food.

I said: I must remember this, being small.

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

I shall now confess to you that none of those three trout had to be beheaded, or folded double, to fit their casket. What was big was not the trout, but the chance. What was full was not my creel, but my memory.

These are things you should learn. Your past is a skeleton walking one step behind you; your future is a skeleton walking one step in front of you. Maybe you don’t wear a watch, but your skeletons do, and they always know what time it is. Now, these skeletons are made of memories, dreams, and voices. And they can trap you in the in-between, between touching and becoming. But they’re not necessarily evil, unless you let them be.

Though one cannot always Remember exactly why one has been happy, There is no forgetting that one was.

O memory, thou bitter sweet,--both a joy and a scourge!

To me, pictures are about memory.

Music evokes emotion and emotion can bring it's memory.

I like to capture moments. It's like a photograph. Ten years from now you look at the photograph and you don't remember it but rather the whole week or month around the photo.

Memories do not always behave in an orderly way, but bloom, as it were, erratically.

Time, where did you go? / Why did you leave me here alone? / Wait, don't go so fast / I'm missing the moments as they pass

Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.

The Past, being in the mode of memory, is closed, inalienable, and irreparable.

Memories are contrary things; if you quit chasing them and turn your back, they often return on their own.

Let the bucket of memory down into the well, bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one stirring, no plans. Just being there.

If i were to lose my memories, I would rely on music. There is so much of my story embedded in each.