In Her Memory Quotes

#1. At odd moments she may fret over a blank in her memory, but soon a Pied Piper thought will come dancing along and her untrained mind will follow ...

David Mitchell

#2. And in the space that he had occupied in her memory she allowed a field of poppies to bloom.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#3. 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

#4. Because a kiss should be born from love, and want, and need. A kiss should be beautiful, something a girl can hold on to for the rest of her life, to pull out in her memory whenever she wants butterflies to come back.

Heather Lyons

#5. The scenes and events were beautiful color spots in her memory.

Jean Craighead George

#6. She will speculate that she didn't fully know her husband - this will give her leverage to seek him, to come to know him. It will keep her husband "alive" in her memory - elusive, teasing.

Joyce Carol Oates

#7. These were the moments that would stick in her memory for years to come, those instants of perfect bliss that nothing else would ever match again.

Francesca Marciano

#8. Focus on your target," Emery's voice spoke in her memory as he had during his quick lesson in the new spell. "Feel it in your mind like your story illusions. If you do, the stars will hit their mark." Reaching

Charlie N. Holmberg

#9. 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

#10. Rosemary felt that this swim would become the typical one of her life, the one that would always pop up in her memory at the mention of swimming.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#11. Depend upon it, her mother's voice said sternly in her memory, no prudent man will ever accept a wife who knows more than himself.

Eloisa James

#12. She struggled not to show this. Already, that dream on the grass had faded in her memory. It was as if she'd worn it out by thinking too much about it. But in the moment, it had felt so real. Kestrel couldn't quite believe that it hadn't been.

Marie Rutkoski

#13. This splendid vision dwelt in her memory as the most beautiful thing that it was possible to dream, so that now she strove to recall her sensation. That still lasted, however, but in a less exclusive fashion and with a deeper sweetness. Her soul, tortured by

Gustave Flaubert

#14. The rolls of music that she herself had thrown into the trash with the pretext that they had rotted from dampness kept spinning and playing in her memory.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#15. In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#16. She seemed to have waited so long to hear those words that for a moment the earth stood still, and the moon, the trees, the grotesque shadows across the heath, became in that instant transfixed in her memory. How shall I bear this exquisite happiness? It is too much: it will destroy me.

Vera Brittain

#17. The feel of him would forever be etched in her memory.And cause an eternity of torment.

Robin Bielman

#18. Her departure was a gradual thing, like a watercolor left in the sun, every day fainter until one day the canvas was bare and you had to rely on memory to recapture the image.

Catherine McKenzie

#19. She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#20. Reading her reviews kept his memory of her alive in a way he probably shouldn't want.

Rainbow Rowell

#21. The chickens don't remember that their wings were clipped...They just can't fly anymore, and they don't remember why or even that they once could."

-a bit of conversation between Ginny and her grandmother in The Memory of Flight

Debra Bowling

#22. If you take another lover, Elena" - he thrust back in, making her gasp - "what I do to him will become a nightmare etched in human memory.

Nalini Singh

#23. And I had the most disconcerting sensation: that in my memory she would look up from that game of solitaire and the sockets of her eyes would be empty.

Anne Rice

#24. So now books were her only friends. She'd read Lord of the Rings so often she could recite whole scenes by memory.
It was not a skill that aided one in becoming popular.

Kristin Hannah

#25. I forced myself to keep my eyes open so I could memorize every curve of her face. I wanted the image burned so deeply in my memory that when I closed my eyes to sleep at night, she would be the last thing I saw and the first person on my mind when I woke.

Teresa Mummert

#26. She tried to push away that memory. Her brave winged friend, dying from poison, his muzzle in her lap, looking at her trustingly as she raised her dagger to end his misery ... Gods,

Rick Riordan

#27. Reiko had not kept a diary and was now denied the pleasure of assiduously rereading her record of the happiness of the past few months and consigning each page to the fire as she did so.
- Death in Midsummer and Other Stories

Yukio Mishima

#28. As she ran, a memory uncurled in her mind and spread out before her and it felt like she was running into the memory.

J.C. Morrows

#29. Once upon a different time, there was a girl who lived in a kingdom of death. Wolves howled up her arm. A whole pack of them--made of tattoo ink and pain, memory and loss. It was the only thing about her that ever stayed the same.

Ryan Graudin

#30. I looked in vain for LaRoue, my cruelty toward her now in me like a splinter, where it would sit for years in my helpless memory, the skin growing around; what else can memory do? It can do nothing; It pretends to eat the shrapnel of your acts, yet it cannot swallow or chew.

Lorrie Moore

#31. He pulled her hand to his chest. She was suddenly flooded by the oh-so-recent memory of lying against his chest, his strong arms around her, the warmth of his breath in her ear as he whispered to her.

Melanie Dickerson

#32. HE had fled from her in an attempt to wipe out her memory, not only through distance but by means of a muddled fury that his companions a arms took to be boldness, but the more her image wallowed in the dung hill of war, the more the was resembled Amarant.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#33. Do you remember little Zoe Octavia Lexham?' he said.
His aunt cast her pale blue gaze in the direction of the great chandelier, as though that was where she kept her memory. 'Zoe Octavia,' she said.

Loretta Chase

#34. Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of wolves, there lurked a memory of fathers that had eaten their new-born and helpless progeny.

Jack London

#35. By tomorrow Marilyn would forget this moment: Lydia's shout, the shattered edges in her tone. It would disappear forever from her memory of Lydia, the way memories of a lost loved one always smooth and simplify themselves, shedding complexity like scales.

Celeste Ng

#36. Even after everyone had gone home, the house was filled with the good time they'd had, as if it could linger in the air like the voices and music lingered in memory. Mina wrapped the memory up and put it in her heart; there was a quiet gladness, deep like a tree and tall in her

Cynthia Voigt

#37. Over the past seven years she had managed to push his memory so far back in her mind that he could've been a figment of her imagination.

Vivian Winslow

#38. The smell of her hair lingered just out of reach of his memory and left him with a nervous hum resonating throughout his body like a child forced to sit in church while the sun was shining outside on a perfectly good summer's day.

Erik Tomblin

#39. But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, Majella!

Helen Hunt Jackson

#40. At four Bela was developing a memory. The word yesterday entered her vocabulary, though its meaning was elastic, synonymous with whatever was no longer the case. The past collapsed, in no particular order, contained by a single word.

Jhumpa Lahiri

#41. He meant to bury himself in work right away, but against instinct he stole another glance. How long would the memory of her face haunt him? Days? Weeks?

Adi Alsaid

#42. How easily they spoke of love. And yet, when she'd needed the certainty of his feeling for her, he'd let her slip away, never able to bring himself to tell her about the ways in which he'd been changed. He'd been incapable he'd let Nenebah believe the problem lay with her.

Aminatta Forna

#43. As the memory of that day echoed through her, she remembered the words Sam kept screaming at Arobynn, as the King of the Assassins beat her, the words that she'd somehow forgotten in the fog of pain: I'll kill you! Sam had said it like he meant it. He'd bellowed it, again and again and again ...

Sarah J. Maas

#44. Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes - like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night
- little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end.

C.S. Lewis

#45. Mac's heart thumped against her gold, initaled locked. In fact fact, her heart hadn't beated that quickly since she was thirty seconds away from being the top bidder for vintage YSL lace-up heels on eBay. This was a coup.

Zoey Dean

#46. I could not persuade her that a place does not merely exist, that it has to be invented in one's imagination.

Amitav Ghosh

#47. She allowed history to leave her without trying to hold it back, the way children allow a grand parade to pass, holding it in their memory, making it an unforgettable thing, making it their own

Salman Rushdie

#48. I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort of feeling. Like she's someone I lost.

C. Robert Cargill

#49. And in the gloaming of her dwindling strength there yawned a loneliness so total it was beyond death, a loneliness that obliterated all memory, the loneliness of a childhood where she'd not even had her own name

Junot Diaz

#50. What's so funny?" Bella mumbled.
"I got food in her hair," I told her, chortling again.
"I'm not going to forget this, dog," Rosalie hissed.
"S'not so hard to erase a blond's memory," I countered. "Just blow in her ear."
Get some new jokes, "Rosalie snapped.

Stephenie Meyer

#51. Little by little she had been discovering the uncertainty of her husband's step, his mood changes, the gaps in his memory, his recent habit of sobbing while he slept, but she did not identify these as the unequivocal signs of final decay but rather as a happy return to childhood.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#52. So I went back in time and told her how I liked the smell of soil after the rain. It has a special place in my heart. It reminds me of my childhood days. Days spent in happiness and tranquility.

Avijeet Das

#53. I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my life to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where'er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.

John Clare

#54. I lost a whole continent.
a whole continent from my memory.
unlike all other hyphenated americans
my hyphen is made of blood.
when africa says hello
my mouth is a heartbreak
because i have nothing in my tongue
to answer her.
i don't know how to say hello to my mother.

Nayyirah Waheed

#55. When he recalls it in later years, he will wonder if he is distorting it, embellishing it, because each time he consciously recalls her, that forms a new memory, a new imprint to be stacked on top of the previous one. He fears that too much handling will make it crumble.

Abraham Verghese

#56. Your childhood, said Yackle coaxingly, as if she could smell his thoughts. As if she could sniff out those passages he hadn't chosen to retail at drink parties.
Her words lulled him. The past, even a bitter past, is usually more pungent than the present, or at least better organized in the mind.

Gregory Maguire

#57. The warm solid definitive realness of him. For the first time in many long years she felt her heart open, and knew love as more than a memory.

Cassandra Clare

#58. I would rather have lost my memory again with her than to have her be alone in this.

Colleen Hoover

#59. Florentino Ariza was awake most of the night, thinking that he heard the voice of Fermina Daza in the fresh river breeze, ministering to his solitude with her memory, hearing her sing in the respiration of the boat as it moved like a great animal in the darkness.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#60. Missing someone is the reverberating echo of everything beautiful about her - her laugh, her song, her touch, her smell, the power of her words, and the constant shadow that lingers on as her perfect image in your memory.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#61. She should have been relieved that she did not do something she was sure to regret. But she wasn't. She wanted her regrets. She wanted them desperately. She wanted to do something she knew she should not, and she wanted to lie in bed at night letting the memory keep her warm.

Julia Quinn

#62. The abscess is a distant memory. The pain is gone. This dinner with her hosts and her health-care team, this week of seeing another country and another culture, this time of being in demand, this moment is reality. I am a lucky girl, (Judy) thinks.

Shireen Jeejeebhoy

#63. when what she needed was something concrete, some small final memory to slip its hand in hers and accompany her - sightless now, stumbling - through this sudden desert of existence which stretched before her from the present moment until the end of life.

Donna Tartt

#64. I was once married to a woman who could eat anything and tell you what was in it: the most complicated recipes. Her memory of taste - now that's what I call memory!

Morton Feldman

#65. He draped himself in her sad memory, because it was the closest thing to having her around.

Mitch Albom

#66. Her address book confirmed it, the pages inhabited equally by the living and the dead ... Each name called up raucous dinner parties and gin-and-tonics on sunny patios, lazy Saturday afternoons at the swim club, station wagons filled with noisy boys in polyester baseball uniforms.

Stewart O'Nan

#67. A memory, long buried, sprang up of her father warning her never to cross the stream and go into the forest.
"The Dragonwood," she mumbled.
How could she have forgotten the Dragonwood?
Her father had explained that it wasn't their land, and that dangerous animals lurked in the shadows.

Donna Grant

#68. beyond beginnings the earth
her many tribes and clans
their life songs merge into one chant-


- And to each creation the
heartline trail is etched in
delicate memory pattern webs
so intricate
in a unity
of day into night the seasons follow

Peter Blue Cloud

#69. I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.

Haruki Murakami

#70. And as long as she lives, as long as she thinks of me with fondness and the memory of our life together brings her comfort, I will honor her for it. I will love her above all else in this world and the next. And there is nothing you can do to stop it.

Anonymous

#71. But for the moment it was just a pattern of sensory impressions painted on the screen of her memory, not soaked in yet, not understood, not even granted the dignity of having really happened.

Neal Stephenson

#72. She hoped that although he could not hear her she could somehow imprint her ordinary love upon his memory through all eternity, hoped he would rise thinking of her, we were each other, we were each other, not that it mattered much in the long run but what else mattered as much.

Joan Didion

#73. My first memory in the world is my gym teacher ripping my mother's necklace off her neck and throwing it out the window and her running downstairs to go after it. I have no memory before that. I was 4. My father had a lot of girlfriends and my mother had a lot of boyfriends.

Mike Nichols

#74. Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is afterwards recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene, which seems ordained to be her special medium of manifestation throughout all the pages of his memory.

Thomas Hardy

#75. It flattered her, where she was most susceptible of flattery, to think how, wound about in their hearts, however long they lived she would be woven ...

Virginia Woolf

#76. He held her for a minute, then two, then three, simply holding her and committing to memory what he could not have in life.

Courtney Milan

#77. There was never a cataclysmic moment in which things might have been, however briefly, etched in relief against memory, against things to come - a moment which, by its sheer magnitude, defined her history and her future. Instead, Kathryn thinks, she has disintegrated slowly over a number of years.

Christina Baker Kline

#78. Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

Donna Lynn Hope

#79. She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.

Frank Deford

#80. There was a hint of something lingering in her mind. A memory, perhaps, although Jo could only catch the flavor of a few remaining tendrils.

Lisa Graff

#81. Twenty thousand days and nights in one place, each layered and trapped and folded on top of the last, the creases in her hands, the aches between her vertebrae. Embryo, seed coat, endosperm: What is a seed if not the purest kind of memory, a link to every generation that has gone before it?

Anthony Doerr

#82. No amount of time will weaken our allegiance to avenging those lost in the horrible attacks. America has a sharp memory, a firm resolve, and a commitment to her own.

John Doolittle

#83. My own journey in becoming a poet began with memory - with the need to record and hold on to what was being lost. One of my earliest poems, 'Give and Take,' was about my Aunt Sugar, how I was losing her to her memory loss.

Natasha Trethewey

#84. 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

#85. The Maximilian of her memory ceased to exist next to the real man. The former was a simple penny-lute tune. In the flesh, Max was the King's Theater orchestra playing Haydn.

Wendy LaCapra

#86. Thinking no more about it, he stepped off into that cool space, that fast descent to her, with nothing in his mind but a memory of a curve of her shoulder, naked, as he had never seen it.

Patricia Highsmith

#87. Entrusting her memory to the wind, to the embrace of the silent sentinel trees and to the care of the faithful stars, her namesake, pure and everlasting, the uncontained universe contained in her: Cassiopeia.

Rick Yancey

#88. She turned towards me, put her fingertips against my chest. She was enjoying it somewhat, too, the little betrayal of Mark's memory. She still loved him, differently; now and again there must be these retrospective cruelties, to consolidate her newness, to let her not love him in the old way.

Glen Duncan

#89. Wisdom cries out in the streets and her cry is that she dwells in the highest.

Memory

#90. Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

Louisa May Alcott

#91. But she was funny sometimes, and never boring. God, it would almost be worth it to see her face when she realized that I had saved her ass again.
Actually it was quite a nice ass, come to think of it. In fact, my memory of the ass and its owner seemed to be remarkably clear.

Ilona Andrews

#92. I have a memory of my mother kneeling in front of a cabinet in our home, tenderly cradling her wedding china. We never used the plates; she died in her 40s without ever letting herself enjoy these gorgeous pieces. I told myself that I would use my precious items.

Roma Downey

#93. In the months before the repatriation her heart had hardened around her sister's absence, letting her love Natasha in memory as she could never love her in reality.

Anthony Marra

#94. A plaited link exists between every person and his or her ancestors, not simply through genealogical records, but in the same manner that the soul of a child, from which we sprang from, traces a direct connection to the matured soul of the adult.

Kilroy J. Oldster

#95. It had given her pleasure to do things for him in his lifetime, and now it was a pleasure to do things for his memory. But the memory of a father went only so far.

Alexander McCall Smith

#96. My earliest memory is my mom picking me up after I had fallen down, giving me a big hug and reading me 'Goodnight Moon.' From that moment, to this one, every single memory I have of my mom is that regardless of what was happening in her life, she was always, always there for me.

Chelsea Clinton

#97. In both her sacramental life and in her proclamation of the Word, the Church constitutes a distinctive subject whose memory preserves the seemingly past word and action of Jesus as a present reality.

Pope Benedict XVI

#98. Their poses are all different but the face is the same. Painted from memory in scene after scene is the fresh-faced beauty. Kate.
It's the bargain I've made with myself. If I can't caress her body with my hands, I paint it with my brushes. Use my fingers to trace her lines.

Amy Plum

#99. I can't believe you married a justice nymph and have yet to learn anything from her. There are always three sides to every memory, Z. Yours, theirs, and the truth, which lies somewhere in between the two. (Acheron)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#100. She undresses in the paradise
of her memory
she is unaware of the fierce fate
of her visions
she fears not knowing how to name
what does not exist

Alejandra Pizarnik