Her Memories Quotes

#1. Thomas knew he had to be careful. It was strange that she only agreed with him about WICKED now that she'd gotten her memories back.

James Dashner

#2. Oh look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out on to Grey Street

Dave Matthews

#3. [Mary] says her memories
Will help those of us
Newly come to our Lord's mercy,
To live in His light.

Jessica Coupe

#4. In a way, looking back, it seemed a long, long time since she had been eighteen, but in another way her memories were so clear and vivid that it seemed like yesterday.

Helen Hooven Santmyer

#5. She had learned to use her silence as armor and her memories as escape from the sniggers and name-calling.

Sonali Dev

#6. And yet, even as she spoke, she knew that she did not wish to come back. not to stay, not to live. She loved the little yellow cottage more than she loved any place on earth. but she was through with it except in her memories.

Maud Hart Lovelace

#7. She had won the battle against her memories. But one form of torture remained, untouched by the years, the torture of the word why?

Ayn Rand

#8. The news had split his heart in two. One side was filled with her memories and the other side would die with her.

A.A. Gupte

#9. Her eyelids had turned into screens that played her memories on a loop.

Sonali Dev

#10. Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison.

Ann Brashares

#11. But the boy was there, and he was looking at her. That was when Yorda understood what was drawing out her memories of the castle into the boy. It was him. He wanted to know its dark past. He wanted to know everything. No one could stop this. Not even the queen.

Miyuki Miyabe

#12. even now, the building raised a conflicting set of emotions in her: memories of pain and loss, but also of healing and discovery.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#13. There was no real comfort in being alone with her thoughts, her memories, but somehow the illusion of freedom lessened her despair.

Octavia E. Butler

#14. Eustasia Johannsen was ready. Anyone could see that. Everything about her ancient self gave evidence to it: Her skin, wrinkled and transparent ... But mainly, it was her eyes. They were drawn into her face as if her memories occupied more of her sight than what was actually in front of her.

Clare Vanderpool

#15. It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh.

Sara Sheridan

#16. She wished all her memories could be of the good times, but the bad times kept coming back to haunt her.

Cecelia Ahern

#17. I had the great good fortune to interview Peggy Lee. Her memories of working with Walt Disney and his team were warm and upbeat.

Leonard Maltin

#18. There was no echo, no reverberation. If anything the room ate sound. It swallowed her voice, her words, and her eternal, inadequate apology. But not her memories. She would never be rid of those.

Laini Taylor

#19. I always have this strange feeling that I am this very old woman laying down about to die. You know, that my life is just her memories, or something.

Celine

#20. Literature had taken possession even of her memories. She was matching him, presumably, with certain characters in the old novels ...

Virginia Woolf

#21. Her memories were beads jumbled loose in a box, unstrung.

Kate Maloy

#22. She closed her eyes and tried desperately to swim through the mist that enveloped her memories. She was near here and then she wasn't. She was whole and then she was wounded. Forever scarred. And in between? Unknowable, it seemed. Absolutely unknowable.

Chris Bohjalian

#23. Let her be with her memories. Better that than be aware of this reality.

Rosie Thomas

#24. I can imagine her memories of the novel, or, more likely, of who she was and how she felt when reading it.

Rabih Alameddine

#25. She had always assumed that her life would end inside the war, that the war itself would be her eternal present, as it was for Darrow and for her brother. The possibility of time going on, her memories growing dim, the photographs of the battles turning from life into history terrified her.

Tatjana Soli

#26. The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.

Frank Beddor

#27. To the woman in the restaurant today, the doll in her arms was the real child who still lived in her memories.

Shogo Oketani

#28. I know a lot about when I was a little girl, because my sister used to keep a diary. Today I keep her diary in a drawer next to by bed. I like to see how her memories were the same as mine, but also different.

Cynthia Kadohata

#29. When a court officer suggested quarantine for Nerissa, she grabbed the man's pen and jammed it into the back of his hand, screaming that he was a Crimson Guard witch come to remove her memories and replace them with bird-song.
They decided to skip quarantine after that.

Caitlin Kittredge

#30. She'd spent years trying to explain herself to me (and I to her), but in the end, it had all been for nothing. I could recite her memories, but I could not feel them. She was another country, and I would never travel there.

Pagan Kennedy

#31. His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks.
His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind.
Each item unearthed dust, tears, laughter and memories. She bagged the items, cleared the dust, wiped her eyes and filed away the memories.

Cecelia Ahern

#32. I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.

Isaac Marion

#33. Alison's grandfather told her,'To err is human, to forgive divine

Diane Griffith

#34. She was making a conscious effort to take with her all the best things about the world she wanted to leave, just in case memories could be car-ried in one's pockets and used to plot out the course of whatever it was that came next

Jodi Picoult

#35. The roast meat the animal had snatched was only a semblance. It was more than food, it was a meal not for human witness, a tangle of viscera, a species of human sacrifice - as if Emerence were feeding the actual person to the dog, along with all her fond memories and feelings.

Magda Szabo

#36. My father could be very distancing. My clearest memory is of him squatting, watering plants for hours and hours at a time, completely silent. He was very self-contained; my mother was more outgoing and chatty and social. I'm certainly more like her.

John Malkovich

#37. Perfume is magic. It's mystery. We recreate the smell of a flower. Of wood. Of grass. We capture the essence of life. Liquefy it. We store memories. We make dreams," he told her once. "What we do is a wonder, an art, and we have a responsibility to do it well.

M.J. Rose

#38. Sometimes, PTSD sufferers will shut out memories of painful periods in their lives and experience amnesia. Thus, a traumatized individual might not remember when his spouse died in a car accident. Another person who was abused might have gaps in her memory of childhood.

Glenn Schiraldi

#39. Some of Bay's fondest memories were of lying under the apple tree in the summer while Claire gardened and the apple tree tossed apples at her like a dog trying to coax its owner into playing catch.

Sarah Addison Allen

#40. She didn't want to forget how deeply she had loved him, how important it had been to her; she felt as if to discard the memory would be a betrayal of her younger self.

Harriet Evans

#41. It occurred to her that all the bad parts of life, the sad parts, the frightening ones, were meant to be offset by moments and memories like this. She had to be present in it, right here, right now.

Martina Boone

#42. Dogman remembered the smell of her hair, the sound of her laugh, the feel of her back, pressed warm and soft against his belly while she slept. Well-used memories, picked over and worn thin like a favourite shirt.

Joe Abercrombie

#43. It's one of the most beautiful memories of my life. Not everyone has a chance to meet Greta Garbo! I was so in awe of her that I recently had my assistant search online for her film Queen Christina [1933]. I cherish that rare DVD like a precious keepsake now.

Giovanna Cau

#44. There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

Jodi Picoult

#45. Memories of her parents would sneak up on her and hit her from behind at odd moments, sometimes for the most inane of reasons. One of her friends in Iceland, a theology student named Sigridur, had called them grief tackles,

Sarah Wendell

#46. I have many memories of waking up to eat breakfast that my mother carefully prepared for us and her saying, what do y'all want for lunch, and as we're eating lunch, what do y'all want for dinner? It's always about the next meal.

Lisa Loeb

#47. She had never had a daydream that dreamed itself, like nightmares. That crawled out of her brain like a creature of the dark. A daymare.

Caroline B. Cooney

#48. Telling a woman that you will be unable to climax unless you are looking at her in a mirror is, in my experience, an excellent way to ensure the only place you will ever see her again is in depressing memories.

Stephen Moles

#49. Pictures ... flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.

Thomas Harris

#50. On the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile of bare feet and dandelions and sundress.

Holly Black

#51. As she slid into her fifties, with grace I might add, she learned the art of hatred, pulling on the pain from a broken heart. She kept this pain alive, growing on the outskirts of her soul, like a copse of trees that constantly needed pruning.

Lawren Leo

#52. She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.

Lois Lowry

#53. She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.

Laurie Lee

#54. In my defence I can only say that her past, too, like mine, like everyone's in fact, was a locked box. Occasionally we allow people a peep, but generally only at the top level. The darker streams of our memories we negotiate alone.

Julian Fellowes

#55. Talking about Meghann's painful choice and the lonely years that had followed it wouldn't help. Her past wasn't a collection of memories to be worked through; it was like an oversize Samsonite with a bum wheel.

Kristin Hannah

#56. And while a bald head and a looped ribbon were seen as badges of courage and hope, her reluctant vocabulary and vanishing memories advertised mental instability and impending insanity. Those with cancer could expect to be supported by their community. Alice expected to be an outcast.

Lisa Genova

#57. She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts?

Sage Steadman

#58. He'd been unhappy, restless, irritable since leaving Surrey. He'd lived on memories of her. Her absence slowly strangled him. The instant he took Antonia in his arms, he breathed again.

Anna Campbell

#59. The way he spoke about Catherine made Theresa hurt for him more than she would have imagined. It wasn't just his voice, but the look on his face before he described her - as if torn between the beauty of his memories and the pain of remembering.

Nicholas Sparks

#60. The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. She fell asleep filled with sadness, but without regret.

Margaret George

#61. I watched her and I watched the birds' shadows flit across her face, and I ... wanted. I wanted more happy memories to hang up on the ceiling, so many happy memories with this girl that they would crowd the ceiling and flap out into the hall and burst out of the house.

Maggie Stiefvater

#62. ...filled her memory bank with shiny coins.

Erica Jong

#63. A scarf from her dress works free and floats behind her the way memories float behind the dead.

Milan Kundera

#64. He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.

Cheryl Strayed

#65. I handed the photo back to her. The caretaker gazed at it as if it were a lucky charm, a return ticket to her youth.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#66. If you even think about touching her, I swear to God I will rip your heart out. - Chayse Pierce

Jalpa Williby

#67. And all love that had overtaken her would have to be a memory, a truck on the interstate roaring up from the left, a thing she must let pass.

Lorrie Moore

#68. He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!

Faraaz Kazi

#69. The intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

Maggie Stiefvater

#70. You are not a ghost.' I was sure of that. Wherever the dreams came from, they were not really her.
'Of course I am.' Amy shook her head. 'That is all memories are. Ghosts and demons kicking around upstairs.

Kathleen Peacock

#71. Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer
both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

Bram Stoker

#72. One of my early childhood memories was my grandmother always having a bowl of Nestle chocolate bars at her house. My sister and I would argue over who could eat the chocolate bars. Looking back, I don't know why we just didn't share. We could have split them.

Carla Hall

#73. Yes. I remember.
His voice had deepened. I remember. Mina did, too, every conversation they'd had over breakfast, and it made her heart ache. Such a strange thing ... She suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Meljean Brook

#74. Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom ... I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

Aporva Kala

#75. Yeah, he fought like a crazy man. His face twisted. And, no, he didn't hit her. At least, not in the memories I saw. But he was verbally abusive.

J.R. Rain

#76. Is eating her brain consumes only the fresher memories, the unripe moments. Her distant past is preserved, better than preserved. Moments that occurred in Leningrad sixty-some years

Debra Dean

#77. The next morning, Angie woke with the sun ... Her eyes felt gritty and swollen.
Once again she'd watered her mattress with memories.

Kristin Hannah

#78. Her memory was awful after she'd been drinking, like a broken film reel. Whole segments of time were missing, fuzzy, unsalvageable. In fact, her recollection of most her life seemed to be full of taunting gaps, so that she only had a handful of memories to look back on.

Jack Jordan

#79. I told her that saying goodbye didn't matter, not a bit. What mattered were all the days you were together before that, all the things you remembered.

Patricia Reilly Giff

#80. Some part of him had hoped that a woman might one day see beyond his scars to the man he was inside. But Megan was doing more than just ignoring his ugliness. She was _accepting_ it with a woman's gentleness, her touch soothing memories of savage pain, grief, loneliness.

Pamela Clare

#81. They had a deal before parting ways
He kept the good memories
She kept the bad memories
He loved her rest of his life
She hated him rest of her life

Subhasis Das

#82. She has no memories of her mother but imagines her as white, a soundless brilliance.

Anthony Doerr

#83. She started telling Lyda stories, odd nameless placeless stories, about the man and the woman, myths or memories, perhaps from her own childhood.

Julianna Baggott

#84. By her estimation, the woman had probably been five years old during the height of the war. Listening to panicked voices in the next room. The majority of the living memories now owned by then-children.

Aimee Bender

#85. Memories cartwheel out of her head & tumble across the floor.

Anthony Doerr

#86. Her father's shadow looked sadly down at her. You can never forget what you do in a war, September my love. No one can. You won't forget your war either.

Catherynne M Valente

#87. I was very inspired by my mother. She was a vocal teacher and sang in a band, and my first memories of her were going out with her on the local circuit.

Daryl Hall

#88. I'd had much practice turning my mind away from certain memories of my childhood. I could quickly dial her remembered voice from a whisper to a silence.

Dean Koontz

#89. Memories are important," he said.
"But it hurts, Magnus. Thinking about her makes me ache.

Cassandra Clare

#90. Your lives are on two separate tracks and it seems as though there's simply no going back. And as much as you love her and cherish the memories you've shared together, you know in your heart that the friendship has run its course.

Mandy Hale

#91. She had learned to keep her sanity by accepting things as she found them, adapting herself to new circumstances by putting aside the old ones whose memories might overwhelm her. She

Octavia E. Butler

#92. Of course she'll move away from me, and likely from here, because she is my daughter, because she is a daughter in the twenty-first century. But we can be her fall-back plan, and her stash of memories. Her deep and wide past.

Liz Stephens

#93. And then I began to drift, fighting tears. I used to come here with Miriam. Miriam, my heart's desire. What was troubling her this morning? Maybe Kate had reproached her on the phone for leaving me? How dare Kate.
Oh yeah? Go for it, my darling. Remind her of what she's missing. No, don't.

Mordecai Richler

#94. Although my grandmother lived out her long life in the shadow of Rainy Mountian, the immense landscape of the continental interior lay like memory in her blood

N. Scott Momaday

#95. You'd see extraordinary-looking people around in the '70s. It was so exciting! You'd have mad people, like Gerlinde [Kostiff] riding around on her bicycle with a huge hat. Everybody was doing things. I don't have any bad memories of that period.

Manolo Blahnik

#96. All hell broke loose one day when me and him were arguing about me turning eighteen soon and still living there. My mom stepped in when he started pushing me around; he pushed her and she slipped and fell, breaking her hip." He gritted his teeth at the memories. "While

A.E. Via

#97. I finally understood that no matter what I did, or who I found, I-he-none of us-would ever be able to win over the memories she had of Dad, memories that soothed her even while they made her sad, because she'd built a world out of them she knew how to survive on even if no one else could.

Nicole Krauss

#98. The memories of the day played in his mind, but this time, his thoughts were of his daughter and the way she'd clung to Katie, her little face buried in Katie's neck.
The last time he'd seen that, he reflected, was when Carly had been alive.

Nicholas Sparks

#99. I think repressing what happened is what saved me in my childhood. I was able to use my imagination to create happy events, but a little girl can carry only so much on her own.

Erin Merryn

#100. The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.

Laura Ingalls Wilder