Ellen Hopkins Quotes

The pen will never be able to move fast enough to write down every word discovered in the space of memory. Some things have been lost forever, other things will perhaps be remembered again, and still other things have been lost and found and lost again. There is no way to be sure of any this.

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

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

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.

Any memory for the most part depending on chance.

It's my memory, and what happened between that moment 10 or 15 years ago and now, there's a lot of gray area.

As for success, I don't care for it. It is a fragile thing.

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.

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

People talk from memory and memory often plays false.

My mind has always kind of operated with this band like it's gonna be over tomorrow.

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

Memory is the most transient of all possessions. And when it goes, it leaves as few traces as stars that have disappeared.

Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last.

Someday no one will remember that she ever existed, I wrote in my notebook, and then, or that I did. Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning, she had haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again.

The memory of everything is very soon overwhelmed in time.

Memory is a wonderfully useful tool, and without it judgement does its work with difficulty; it is entirely lacking in me.... Now,the more I distrust my memory, the more confused it becomes. It serves me better by chance encounter; I have to solicit it nonchalantly. For if I press it, it is stunned; and once it has begun to totter, the more I probe it, the more it gets mixed up and embarrassed. It serves me at its own time, not at mine.

memories fall apart too.

Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics; they can be lost forever.

To the best of my recollection, I must recall on my memory, I cannot remember

And though I remember her name I cannot recall her face. All things pass.

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

Sometimes I used to think that one day i should wake up, and all that had been would be over. forgotten, sunk, drowned. Nothing was sure - not even memory.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.