If you want to test your memory, try to recall what you were worrying about one year ago from today.

I think it's all about love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape.

In memory, even a long, hard bear hug becomes just a fleeting embrace.

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

Sometimes, no matter how much faith we have, we lose people. But you never forget them. And sometimes, it's those memories that give us the faith to go on.

Most of our human emotions are closely related to our memory. Remorse is a biting memory, guilt is an accusing memory, gratitude is a joyful memory, and all such emotions are deeply influenced by the way we have integrated past events into our way of being in the world. In fact, we perceive our world with our memories.

Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.

Although the memory makes me shudder, and shrink from its sadness, I will attempt it.

Before she could pull away and ruin the memory, he released her.

A day is not wasted if a memory is made.

You never know when you're making a memory.

That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause, you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.

Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.

I knew not who I was or what I was, or what my surroundings might be; though as I continued to stumble along I became conscious of a kind of fearsome latent memory that made my progress not wholly fortuitous.

Everybody needs his memories.

There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough.

What does green remind you of? you ask.
Weed memories.

And now, I taste it again. The meat of memory. The meat of no change. I raise my fork and I eat.

Take only memories, and leave only footprints.

Did you ever feel so deep and lost somewhere in the past? And is it wrong to hold on if nothing ever lasts forever? Not the mountains or the sea, but the times we had together, they will always be with me.

Yet no matter what pain might do, or how deeply it could cut, I was still sure I would never give up memory.

And I, the young woman who stood here in the aching, frightening present - soon I too would be a memory.