Memory is the scribe of the soul.
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
The only paradise is paradise lost.
Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
The only thing worse than a memory is not having one.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
What we remember from childhood we remember forever — permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.