fleeting memory Quotes

'All That' was fire but I don't really remember a lot of episodes.

I spent a year in that town, one Sunday.

There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.

You can keep the things of bronze and stone and give me one man to remember me just once a year.

Sifting daylight dissolves the memory, turns it into dust motes floating in light.

It was a kiss from the past.

Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

She was but a transient impression, half forgotten.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

The days of my youth, as I look back on them, seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitive scraps like those morning snow storms of used tissue paper that a train passenger sees whirling in the wake of the observation car.

Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and you catch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In an instant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes. But if you close your eyes, that point of light stays with you, just barely for a few moments.

And left the flushed print in a poppy there.

Such is the frailty of man that even where he makes the truest and most forcible impression in the memory, in the heart of his beloved, there also he must perish.

And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.

I find myself every so often looking at my ground glass as though the unrecorded image might escape me!

In an ideal world people would know the words just for the show and then forget them right after.