Lost Memories Quotes

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

Day by day and night by night we were together - all else has long been forgotten by me.

Our lives are the sum of our memories. How much are we willing to lose from our already short lives by … not paying attention?

Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain.

Time past, even God is deprived of the power of recalling.

Do you remember your childhood? I am always coming across these marvelous accounts by writers who declare that they remember 'everything.' I certainly don't. The dark stretches, the blanks, are much bigger than the bright glimpses. I seem to have spent most of my time like a plant in a cupboard.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

I barely remembered my father; I'm confused between genuine memory and the few photographs that survived.

Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.

That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.

When you begin to think about the past, you realize how much of it is lost to us.

What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.

Hour of Stars (1920) The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the street. The blackness riddled by the singing of crickets: sound, that dead will-o'-the-wisp, that musical light perceived by the spirit. A thousand butterfly skeletons sleep within my walls. A wild crowd of young breezes over the river.

It's been 25 years now, and truthfully, time sometimes blurs the memory.

And things go unsaid soon get forgotten

I don't collect any memorabilia. I wish I'd have kept everything I had. But who knew you had to keep it. Just gave it away. And we lost so much and we didn't look after a lot of it.

Some of my memories will never return. They are lost - along with the crippling feeling of defeat and hopelessness. Not a tremendous price to pay.

But it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs - all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram.

A lot of my past is gone from my mind.

When we lost something precious, and we'd looked and looked and still couldn't find it, then we didn't have to be completely heartbroken. We still had that last bit of comfort, thinking one day, when we grow up, and we were free to travel around the counry, we would always go and find it in Norfolk...And that's why years and years later, that day Tommy and I found another copy of that lost tape of mine in a town on the Norfolk coast, we didn't just think it pretty funny; we both felt deep down some tug, some old wish to believe again in something that was once close to our hearts.

I don't remember much of my childhood. My father passed away when I was six, and sadly, I don't have the fuzziest, foggiest memory of him - what his voice was like, anything he ever said to me, nothing. My early years are a total blur.

As far as I know, no tapes exist from my years at 'T.J.'s.' I wish they did.

We can revere our past, but we cannot re-capture it.

What if I left my memory in the future and I have to catch up to it?