Memory Eyes Quotes

#1. No,' he said, 'memory's a poor thing to have. It's your own real hair and mouth and arms and eyes and hands I want. I didn't know I could ever love anything so much ...

Philip Pullman

#2. I closed my eyes. I dragged the memory of that day out of the darkness of time. I stepped through it, in my head, blurred image by blurred image, until finally, I saw it.

Jan Ellison

#3. As i sit here in a chaotic
silence of the roaming
ocean in my
mind,
the only think that puts me at
ease is the memory
of you staring back at
me.
you coiled my fears by letting
me
inside of the gully of your eyes.

Zuky Rose Leigh

#4. My first memory is of the eyes of my brother; he was looking at me all the time.

Pedro Almodovar

#5. I know that we live after death and again and again, not in the memory of our children, or as a mulch for trees and flowers, however poetic that may be, but looking passionately and egocentrically out of our eyes.

Brenda Ueland

#6. At the time I could no more believe my eyes than I can now trust my memory.

W.G. Sebald

#7. It is the writer's duty to tell the terrible truth, and it is a reader's civic duty to learn this truth. To turn away, to close one's eyes and walk past is to insult the memory of those who have perished.

Vasily Grossman

#8. Now no sign, no scorch or char, marks the place where George built the fire. Remarkable, earth's strength to restore itself and erase human effort. But memory, stronger still, can send flames as high as the roof, and shift the wind and choke George and sting his eyes with smoke ...

Larry Watson

#9. I don't know, Mom. Now that I'm about to graduate, I plan on being more spontaneous."
Mom opened her eyes and burst out laughing.
I said, "Got spontaneity on the calendar for next Tuesday.

Lara Avery

#10. Sitting in his old schoolroom on the sofa with little cushions on the arms and looking into Natasha's wildly eager eyes, Rostov was carried back into that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the greatest pleasure in his life.

Leo Tolstoy

#11. Beautiful places are not just a joy for the moment, while you're there. They will become homes for you, spaces of solace and comfort, where you can close your eyes and go to. Nothing you experience will ever go away. It belongs to you now. Just feel. Don't be afraid to feel.

Charlotte Eriksson

#12. Peter opens his eyes and they are tearless and fierce, revealing a glimpse of his true self. Pure animalistic strength. There was never any fear for him to hide.

Dan Krokos

#13. His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn't seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica)

Shannon A. Thompson

#14. But even that day, there on the porch, with Charles beside me and the smell of wood smoke in the air, it had the quality of a memory; there it was, before my eyes, and yet too beautiful to believe.

Donna Tartt

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

Frank Deford

#16. Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.

Charles Lamb

#17. If anyone else said that to me, I think I'd roll my eyes, but Culler saying it to me means me committing it to memory and locking it inside so I'll always have it.

Courtney Summers

#18. Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole.

Alexander Pope

#19. That memory made a lump form in my throat as I remembered his face, serious and gorgeous, those brown eyes intense and passionate as he spoke up for me and convinced the others of my value.

Richelle Mead

#20. Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.

Meghan O'Rourke

#21. There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.

Neil Young

#22. Kevin's eyes shot open to complete darkness. What'd happened? His memory was returning slowly. He was now remembering. An ambush outside his apartment in the Vatican.

Peter J. Tanous

#23. The memory slowly faded away. I could feel tears strolling down my snout from my eyes. I missed my father ... He did what he could to save me that day.

Grace Fiorre

#24. infant first opens its eyes on this world, it must see nothing but chaos because it has no memory to make sense of what it sees. The past gives shape to the present. Consciousness

Harvey Click

#25. He leaned in. "Kiss me, one last time."
I called up a distant memory of his lips against mine. But this time, I kept my eyes open.
When he pulled back, Logan passed his hand over my hair. "Don't forget me, okay?

Jeri Smith-Ready

#26. Movies, over time, as they do or don't find their audience, or they find a different audience, they change in your memory and in the eyes of those who see it.

Patrick Lussier

#27. The storms inside uncoil
into sky held calm by far seeing eyes
Memories dressed in the translucent
trickery of the mind,
so as to wear life upon themselves,
give up their tired dance and run
into free frequency

Tamara Rendell

#28. The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall

John Green

#29. Forgetting offences is a sign of sincere repentance. If you keep the memory of them, you may believe you have repented but you are like someone running in his sleep. Let no one consider it a minor defect, this darkness that often clouds the eyes even of spiritual people.

John Climacus

#30. In every evocation of a childhood scene, my stepfather's face is the least detailed, the most out of focus; when I think of him my memory's eyes have cataracts. (p. 12)

Rabih Alameddine

#31. I think about what I didn't say then, which is this: the stars we see aren't even real stars. We see the light that they gave off millions of years ago but that is only now reaching our eyes. We don't see a star as much as a memory.

James Patterson

#32. No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#33. I close my eyes, committing the moment to memory. The moment where he managed to turn the darkest part of me to light.

Alice Montalvo-Tribue

#34. If I could wash away one memory from my life to date, it would be the suffering in his eyes while I was raped in front of him.

Pam Godwin

#35. I still had sting my eyes, prickling at Maven's memory. It's hard to forget him as he was. No. As he pretended to be. The kind, forgotten boy. The shadow of the flame.

Victoria Aveyard

#36. Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.

Mason Cooley

#37. Something what attract our attention and eyes will remain in our
memory.

Jan Jansen

#38. Kalaj would say, "I've got the eyes of a lynx, the memory of an elephant, the instincts of a wolf ... "
" ... and the brain of a tapir," would interrupt his nemesis, the Algerian.

Andre Aciman

#39. I closed my eyes, seeking a moment of peace but finding none. Behind my eyelids, an entirely new nightmare was waiting. This wasn't another haunting memory. This was a new form of torture.

Nicole Sobon

#40. Elegance is not catching somebody's eyes, it's staying in somebody's memory

Giorgio Armani

#41. The memory was so painful that tears came into my eyes, and a pang of grief tore through my body.

Skeelo Khumalo

#42. I want to memorize the way your eyes clench shut and you bite down on your lip, so that I can sketch your expression from memory. I want to know the exact angle of the way your neck curves, and how many times your heart beats a minute. I want to know everything.

Cora Carmack

#43. This memory, this pretty little stone, I examine it with my eyes closed tight. Turn it over in my fingers.

Joseph Boyden

#44. When loved ones depart forever, all that remains is the light from their eyes trapped in their jewelry. Beyond memory, it is the only souvenir we ever keep.

Richard Zimler

#45. I kissed my fingers,held my palm flat beside my mouth and blew it into the air that surrounded her memory. I closed my eyes, thinking this was one of those moments you see in movies or read about in books where everything comes together.

Belinda Jeffrey

#46. To my grandmother, chagrin was a genuine physical disease. Like a hurt leg or a broken arm. To treat chagrin, you drank tea from leaves that only my grandmother and other old wise women could recognize.

Edwidge Danticat

#47. At age four I was a camera. I took pictures with my eyes. I framed my photo within my vision and blinked my eyes to snap the shutter of my memory. Since that time, I've been impersonating inanimate objects at every opportunity.

Sophia Amoruso

#48. My children, as long as you live, the shadow of the Hiss Case will brush you. In every pair of eyes that rests on you, you will see pass, like a cloud passing behind a woods in winter, the memory of your father - dissembled in friendly eyes, lurking in unfriendly eyes.

Whittaker Chambers

#49. He held both hands over his eyes and applied a steady pressure there as if to crush memory into place.

Ray Bradbury

#50. Floating upward through a confusion of dreams and memory, curving like a trout through the rings of previous risings, I surface. My eyes open. I am awake.

Wallace Stegner

#51. 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

#52. The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that's always been there, and the next minute it's just a memory.

Michel Faber

#53. The ghost's eyes clouded for a moment, by memory or regret. "Past speaks to the future," she said. "The present is already crumbling.

Ekaterina Sedia

#54. My good works, however wretched and imperfect, have been made better and perfected by Him Who is my Lord: He has rendered them meritorious. As to my evil deeds and my sins, He hid them at once. The eyes of those who saw them, He made even blind; and He has blotted them out of their memory.

Saint Teresa Of Avila

#55. You try to tap into a memory and you close your eyes and it comes back. So I was doing this in the painting and then that became a practice of mine. Sometimes it was a cathartic situation, a way to meditate.

Jose Parla

#56. We are retracing the lines and windows that are no longer there. We are rebuilding from our memory, trying to do with our eyes open what we usually do with our eyes closed.

David Levithan

#57. He felt his body stirring again at the memory of what she had been like under him.
Rowena's eyes widened as she noticed it herself. "Does it do that a lot?"
He shook his head and pulled her closer to him. "Only when I think of you."
-Rowena & Stryder

Kinley MacGregor

#58. On the mountains of memory by the world's wellsprings, in all man's eyes, where the light of life of him is on all past things, death only dies.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

#59. Staring at him the
way she might stare at a beloved place she
was not sure she would ever see again, trying
to commit the details to memory, to paint
them on the backs of her eyelids that she
might see it when she shut her eyes to sleep.

Cassandra Clare

#60. 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

#61. [Referring to the birds:] Nat listened to the tearing sound of splintering wood, and wondered how many million years of memory were stored in those little brains, behind the stabbing beaks, the piercing eyes, now giving them this instinct to destroy mankind with all the deft precision of machines.

Daphne Du Maurier

#62. I'm not leaving you. Not going it alone. Not looking at the memory of you everytime I close my eyes.

Charles Martin

#63. We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

Tom Stoppard

#64. Their bodies were different as were the color of their eyes, the length of their noses and the circumstances of their existence, but something inside them meant the same thing, wanted the same release, would have left the same impression on the memory of an onlooker.

Sherwood Anderson

#65. Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes.

Orson Scott Card

#66. To be a visionary, all you have to do is make decisions based off of your eyes instead of your ears and your memory.

Kanye West

#67. I come from a place where breath, eyes, and memory are one, a place from which you carry your past like a hair on your head. Where women return to their children as butterflies or as tears in the eyes of the statues that their daughters pray to

Edwidge Danticat

#68. The things that your eyes see plainly and cant forget are worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination.

Kendare Blake

#69. Maybe that's why the good Lord gave us these vivid memory capabilities. When stress hits, we can just close our eyes, lean back and relax, and enjoy a game of Tidly-Winks, the sound of a Pete Rose baseball card in the spokes of our bike, or maybe a nice slice of watermelon - with a sprinkle of salt.

Michael Buffalo Smith

#70. While Dmitri, as the leader of Raphael's Seven, could not accept such a weakness, the mortal he'd once been, the one who had loved a woman with a wide mouth and eyes of slanted brown ... that man understood what it was to love so deeply it was a kind of beautiful madness.

Nalini Singh

#71. He tried to recall the look of her eyes the day they first met. He closed his eyes and concentrated, but as he envisioned Kalila's car passing by, he couldn't decide if it was a memory or a dream.

Christian F. Burton

#72. But then comes a time when forgetting isn't possible. And I do mean a particular time when no amount of dreaming, not then and maybe not ever, can change how naked and unimportant we become in our own eyes.

Stig Dagerman

#73. Remember that thing I alluded to on the plane?" he asked, eyes glued to her. A tiny smile played at her lips. "Jog my memory, Player Will." He squeezed his eyes closed, took a deep breath before looking back at her, and said, "Marry me?

Christina Lauren

#74. In my bedroom, I squeezed shut my eyes, because it was too hard, that memory. Too hard, too painful, too much like losing a slice of myself, which, in fact, I had.

Lauren Myracle

#75. Maybe age is kinder to us than we think. With my bad eyes, I can't see how bad I look, and with my rotten memory, I have a good excuse for getting out of a lot of stuff.

Erma Bombeck

#76. 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

#77. I am daily learning
To be the reluctant guardian of your memories
There was light in those eyes; I miss that

Richard L. Ratliff

#78. It watched the strangers with not-eyes. A dead view of the world created by memory and lifeglow.

J. Cameron McClain

#79. That small freckle postulates a grin on my face:
see to it that midnight reeks insomniac on your eyes;
I turn the pillow upside down to not smell my breath again
Is there, aside from my memory, for you a better place?

Ashfaq Saraf

#80. Imagination has a poor memory, it slinks away and gets blurry. Eyes remember much longer.

Kendare Blake

#81. She closed her eyes and opened them a moment later, like she was erasing the conversation from her memory.

Lee Child

#82. Because in my mind - in the memory that has lodged itself imperturbably in my mind, my father resembles Abraham Lincoln, a man with long arms and deep pockets and dark eyes ...

Daniel Wallace

#83. The reason we know as human beings that pictures have to be focused before you take the shot is because we know if we're not focusing our eyes on something that happens, then it's too late - you can't go searching in your memory to find it because that light never struck your mind.

Ren Ng

#84. From the '70s and '80s, the following songs immediately spring to my mind as candidates: "The Battle of Evermore," "Spirit of Eden," "In Memory of Elizabeth Reed," "Close to the Edge," "In Your Eyes," "Thick as a Brick," "Cinema Show," "Echoes," and "The Killing Moon.

Bradley J. Birzer

#85. We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.

Guy De Maupassant

#86. The Old Days, the Lost Days
in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; they huddled round a burning log, leaned on a certain table, or listened to those certain songs.

Beryl Markham

#87. There are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot - that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful, sideways staring eyes.

Arundhati Roy

#88. And I've thought of a way to help you with the concept of color.
Close your eyes and be still, now. I'm going to give you a memory of a rainbow.

Lois Lowry

#89. The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains.

Ray Bradbury

#90. I let myself go. I thought little of the houses and trees, but applied colour stripes and spots to the canvas ... Within me sounded the memory of early evening in Moscow - before my eyes was the strong, colour-saturated scale of the Munich light and atmosphere, which thundered deeply in the shadows.

Wassily Kandinsky

#91. There is a part of everything which is unexplored,
because we are accustomed to using our eyes only in association with the memory of what people before us have thought of the thing we are looking at. Even the smallest thing has something in it which is unknown.

Guy De Maupassant

#92. Love is motion Potter love is forward movement but you said yourself the memory reel backward it's all backward with you. You are stuck back there because Potter you don't let yourself move forward your eyes get stuck on things and people.

Kyle Beachy

#93. I am Massimo Bottura. I close my eyes and I want to understand where I am, cooking is about emotion, it's about culture, it's about love, it's about memory.

Massimo Bottura

#94. I think that the memory of Armenia's genocide opened my eyes at an early age to the existence of political cynicism.

Serj Tankian

#95. What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.

Pablo Neruda

#96. 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

#97. 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

#98. In 1945 I help liberate Berlin. I was six years in Red Army," Rogov said, his eyes gleaming with the memory.

Erika Holzer

#99. He remembered well, with the curious patient memory of the celibate, the first casual caresses her dress, her breath, her fingers had given him ... He remembered well her eyes, the touch of her hand and his delirium ...

James Joyce

#100. Come to me in the silence of the night,
Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream.
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream.
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

Christina Rossetti