Sarah Dessen Quotes

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

Remembrance of things past.

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

I do enjoy thinking about the past.

My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. We possess nothing certainly except the past.

Your past is your shadow. It has form but no substance, except in the places you allow it to touch you. (

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.

I am not a historian. I am a writer obsessed with remembering, with remembering the past

Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.

I exist only in the past.

There is no fence nor hedge round time that is gone. You can go back and have what you like of it if you can remember.

A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

I just find that there's something about looking back on interviews, whether for purposes of remembering what I said about something or if it's for posterity when I'm 75.

I've given my life to the principle and the ideal of memory, and remembrance.

The past is really almost as much a work of the imagination as the future.

Everyone has ways of trying to find a way to memorise our past. There's something very poetic about that.

I write - so it would seem - to recapture, to preserve and return to the past, though I might just as easily be writing to forget and put that past behind me.

Memory is the best of all gardens. Therein, winter and summer, the seeds of their past lie dormant, ready to spring into instant bloom at any moment the mind wishes to bring them to life.

We all have appointments with the past.

Yesterday is just a memory.

Remembrance restores possibility to the past, making what happened incomplete and completing what never was. Remembrance is neither what happened nor what did not happen but, rather, their potentialization, their becoming possible once again.

The Warrior remembers the past.

All our tastes are but reminiscences.

I still preserve those relics of past sufferings and experience, like pillars of witness set up in travelling through the valve of life, to mark particular occurrences. The footsteps are obliterated now; the face of the country may be changed; but the pillar is still there, to remind me how all things were when it was reared.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.