Henry Miller Quotes

Only our memories allow that some people ever existed. That they mattered, or mattered too much.

You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives. Life without memory is no life at all... Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it we are nothing.

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

Remembrances last longer than present realities.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

Since it is not granted to us to live long, let us transmit to posterity some memorial that we have at least lived.

You don't get to choose what your legacy is.

Nobody wants to be nameless. Nobody wanna be forgotten.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

Remember that time slurs over everything, let all deeds fade, blurs all writings and kills all memories. Exempt are only those which dig into the hearts of men by love.

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.

Memory is everything. Without it we are nothing.

Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.

The memory of what is not may be better than the amnesia of what is.

My grandfather was dying, and told the family he had decided to die. ... At that moment I wanted so badly to write and tell him that he was never going to die, that somehow he would always be present in my life, because he had a theory that death didn't exist, only forgetfulness did. He believed that if you can keep people in your memory, they will live forever. That's what he did with my grandmother.

Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

If I have done any deed worthy of remembrance, that deed will be my monument. If not, no monument can preserve my memory.

Only the forgotten are truly dead.

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

History is the memory of time, the life of the dead and the happiness of the living.

I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.

In the end, we'll all become stories.

I will rememeber you. Will you remember me? Don't let your life pass you by and don't forget all your memories.

We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.