Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

Lord, keep my memory green.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

Never, ever forget history.

Memory isn't a theme; it's part of the human condition.

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

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

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

My dad is never far from my thoughts. A place, a game, an incident somewhere or an unexpected word from someone can trigger a memory, which then triggers another, and suddenly I'm thinking about him, if only for a minute or two.

She said I bet you dont remember me And I said only every other memory.

Let us drink together, fellows, as we did in days of yore. And still enjoy the golden hours that Fortune has in store; The absent friends remembered be, in all that’s sung or said, And Love immortal consecrate the memory of the dead.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.

Remembering is a noble and necessary act. The call of memory, the call to memory, reaches us from the very dawn of history. No commandment figures so frequently, so insistently, in the Bible. It is incumbent upon us to remember the good we have received, and the evil we have suffered.

But as long as you remember what you have seen, then nothing is gone. As long as you remember, it is part of this story we have together.

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end.

In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom, especially if it has got to be carried into the market.

I feel that there is no such thing as ultimate forgetting; traces once impressed upon the memory are indestructible.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

The act of memory is an act of ghostwriting.

In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten.

What you remember saves you.

She went out and took a last long look at the shabby little library. She knew she would never see it again. Eyes changed after they looked at new things. If in the years to be she were to come back, her new eyes might make everything seem different from the way she saw it now. The way it was now was the way she wanted to remember it.

Pleasant is the recollection of dangers past.

Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment. All that remains of my mother is what I remember and what I have written for and about her. Eventually that is all that will remain of [my husband] and me. Writing sometimes feels frivolous and sometimes sacred, but memory is one of my strongest muses. I serve her with my words. So long as people read, those we love survive however evanescently. As do we writers, saying with our life's work, Remember. Remember us. Remember me.

Every day I'll wear your memory like a favorite shirt upon my back