Memory Of Love Quotes

#1. Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love.

Rumi

#2. The hollowness in his chest, the tense yearning, the loneliness he braces against, every morning until he can immerse himself in work and forget. Not love. Something else, something with a power that endures. Not love, but a memory of love.

Aminatta Forna

#3. But you play that passage like it's the -memory- of love. You're so young, yet you know desertion, abandonment. That's why you play that third movement the way you do. Most cellists, they play it with joy. But for you, it's not about joy, it's about the memory of a joyful time that's gone for ever.

Kazuo Ishiguro

#4. Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm. It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm, and in those times of trouble when you are most alone, the memory of love will bring you home.

John Denver

#5. Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.

Juliet Marillier

#6. It was as if the heart had been burned out of her and the sadness which remained was just another ghost, the memory of love haunting the bones of hate.

Stephen King

#7. Every story is true and a lie. The true part of this one is: Love and the memory of love can't be drowned. The lie part is that this is a good thing.

Leigh Allison Wilson

#8. I temporarily became a surgeon for 'Memory of Love'. I spent two weeks in an operating theatre, watching amputations, and I loved it.

Aminatta Forna

#9. A better mother would shape that anger into loss and then, at least, into the kind of memory of love one can sustain, but Vianne was too empty to be a good mother right now. She could think of no words that weren't a lie or useless.

Kristin Hannah

#10. There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever

Marion Zimmer Bradley

#11. If the idea of death during this period had, as we have seen, cast a gloom over love, the memory of love had for a long time now helped me not to be afraid of death. For I understood that dying was not something new but quite the reverse, that since my childhood I had already died a number of times.

Marcel Proust

#12. She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love
nothing, now, but bones.

Kim Edwards

#13. May you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.

Herculine Barbin

#14. When the mind stops searching, when it stops wanting refuge, when it no longer goes in search of security, when it no longer craves more books and information, when it ignores even the memory of desire, only then will Love arrive within.

Samael Aun Weor

#15. The first time he saw her she reminded him a distant memory of falling from a height.

Vatsal Surti

#16. Hemingway is great in that alone of living writers he has saturated his work with the memory of physical pleasure, with sunshine and salt water, with food, wine and making love and the remorse which is the shadow of that sun.

Cyril Connolly

#17. Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.

Madame De Stael

#18. She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.

Margaret Atwood

#19. The feelings that still linger, decade after decade, aren't just the residue of a love lost. They are as real as the first day I told her I loved her." ~Corbin Jones, Voice of Innocence

Lindsay Detwiler

#20. An act of kindness may take only a moment of our time, but when captured in the heart the memory lives forever.

Molly Friedenfeld

#21. The memory of his voice made her feel warm and happy, though she could not explain why

Anamika Mishra

#22. One of my most precious possessions is my memory of a home in which love was supreme, in which I cannot recall ever a cross word having passed between father and mother. We all owe such a blessing to our children.

David O. McKay

#23. Time, memory, loss and love are my main artistic concerns, but time, among all of them, becomes the determinant.

Sally Mann

#24. We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

Jonathan Safran Foer

#25. 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

#26. I want to know what's wrong with loving someone for life? Even when they're dead? What exactly is wrong with that? Why should I put him away, out of my mind? Like he's out of fashion. Does no one love for ever any more? Is no one built for the long road?

Josephine Hart

#27. I care about the records I make and I love writing songs and some songs are really dear to me and they mean something. But the memory of making the records and the activities surrounding the records, the people involved in them is actually a bigger thing to me.

Joel Plaskett

#28. And he ate up all her vision, as he had done the first day she saw him so long ago.

Lawren Leo

#29. ...Past joys and achievements give us the outlines of how to get to a state of happiness again. That memory is a treasure that can never be taken away. At least we know where we were, what we have lost, what we miss and what more to add to our experiences.

Janvier Chouteu-Chando

#30. Perhaps she's in love with the last memory she has of you.

Andrea Boeshaar

#31. 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

#32. Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#33. Sometimes the bridges you burn light the way out of your darkness, but the memory of the blaze will be burned into your heart and mind forever.

Shannon L. Alder

#34. A kiss is a flower of love, a sweet song of two hearts, and a memory of eternal desires.

Debasish Mridha

#35. I wish nights like this weren't so fragile and slippery and impossible to nail down for study in one's leisure. But the really great nights pass through you like whispers or shadows. They shimmer, but don't adhere.

Pat Conroy

#36. My memory of men is never lit up and illuminated like my memory of women.

Marguerite Duras

#37. It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.

John Updike

#38. I love 'Memory Keeper's Daughter,' but in some ways I think 'The Lake of Dreams' is a stronger book. I was able to tell the story I wanted to tell. That's all you can ever do as a writer. From there on you have no control over it.

Kim Edwards

#39. Every time we remind ourselves to focus on Love, our strength, abilities, and deep memory of it will increase.

Kelly Corbet

#40. (My sole fond memory from this period is of a rubbery little Appalachian number by the name of June. Acrobatic tongue. Tooth decay. Illiterate in everything but love.)

Tim O'Brien

#41. I give a damn if any fan recalls my legacy, I'm trying to live life in the sight of GOD's memory.

Mos Def

#42. All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory. Am I wrong? Am I way off base? Because I want you to set me straight if you think I'm wrong. I want to know. I mean, I don't know anything, and I'm the first one to admit it.

Raymond Carver

#43. Death and his scythe do not come. No sweeping black capes or ethereal escapes. There's no pearly gate, no prisms of colors as his soul slips away. The stillness is cold steel. The silence is empty with no memory to mend it.

Laura Kreitzer

#44. Nowadays he doesn't think of his wife, though he knows he can turn around and evoke every move of her, describe any aspect of her, the weigh of her wrist on his heart during the night.

Michael Ondaatje

#45. There is a continuity in our lives - a strain of music that flows through it all, unaltered by death or pain. It is true that in the face of pain and death, we are very small. But in the face of life and memory and love, even death is very small.

Yael Shahar

#46. When it comes to you
it belongs to you
and, when it belongs to you, it is your.
Take care of your challenges

Prakhar Srivastav

#47. And I remind myself that wherever one finds oneself, home and love is lent to each of us only for a while. We must care for it while it's ours, and cherish its memory once it's gone.

Barbara Mutch

#48. The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

Jodi Picoult

#49. What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be.

Ayushee Ghoshal

#50. What can ever equal the memory of being young together?

Michael Stein

#51. Some folks locked the doors of their hearts when they lost someone. Others kept the doors and the windows open, letting memory and love pass through freely. And maybe that was the way it was supposed to be, Harold thought.

Jason Mott

#52. One of the minor tragedies of human memory is our inability to unwatch movies we'd love to see (again) for the first time.

Chuck Klosterman

#53. The incidence of memory is like light from dead stars whose influence lingers long after the events themselves.

David Horowitz

#54. Sometimes, the smallest moments in your life have the greatest impact. They soar straight into a place deep inside you, and resonate with the very core of your heart, sinking deep into your memory, to remind you later, that life and love can bring you magic you didn't know existed.

Angela Richardson

#55. There are women locked in my womb forever, the memory of their birth. All I can do now is liberate the fruit of their wombs. And it may be too late.

Kiana Davenport

#56. Every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory? ...

John Geddes

#57. Sometimes the memory of someone is better than the reality of them.

Steve Maraboli

#58. Memory is the coherence of life, that possesses all your emotions, and ambitions. Without it, your joyous as well as agonizing experiences of life won't have any significance to you whatsoever.

Abhijit Naskar

#59. It was like those songs I'd heard as a child, each so familiar, and all mine. When i got older and realized the words were sad, the stories tragic, it didn't make me love them any less. By then they were already part of me, woven into my conciousness & memory

Sarah Dessen

#60. Matteo lived inside her like a memory that paradoxically stopped the pain and which she could never get enough of ... because there was, and never would be, anything that was like him. Wherever she went, whatever she did, he was the only thing she truly loved, and which she sadly no longer had.

Llarjme

#61. That's truth, Harvey, not what's written on a piece of paper or in blood too small to see - but the memory of how it felt being together.

Simon Van Booy

#62. Memory is a slippery thing. When something terrible happens to you, like the loss of someone you love ... memory can turn into a soft blanket that hides you from the loss.

Kathi Appelt

#63. So we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated and similarly we think we no longer love the dead because we don't remember them but if by chance we come across an old glove we burst into tears.

Marcel Proust

#64. I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

Rod McKuen

#65. I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes

Vladimir Nabokov

#66. 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

#67. It's not easy. It's never easy. Love isn't easy. But you carry the memory of those happy times with you and those moments remind you of the beauty of life.

T.K. Leigh

#68. 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

#69. 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

#70. Desiree. It's like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning ... Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past.

Craig Clevenger

#71. In that moment, hell may have ascended,
Or heaven may have descended only to save me and prove,
What I carry is an exaggerated memory of an imagined beautiful love.
This love is tainted with treachery; it will be my doom.

Sreesha Divakaran

#72. In endowing us with memory, nature has revealed to us a truth utterly unimaginable to the unreflective creation, the truth of immortality ... The most ideal human passion is love, which is also the most absolute and animal and one of the most ephemeral.

George Santayana

#73. 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

#74. We have seen that the senses and intuitions, the various emotions and faculties, such as love, memory, attention and curiosity, imitation, reason, etc., of which man boasts, may be found in an incipient, or even sometimes in a well-developed condition, in the lower animals.

Charles Darwin

#75. This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

Jenim Dibie

#76. I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

Emilie Autumn

#77. Dreams are memories.
Memories are dreams.
But my time with you hasn't become a dream just yet.
Because the sensation of your kisses
keep me from sleep.
I'm in love,
God help me, I'm in love.

F.K. Preston

#78. It was too long ago; she couldn't recall the feelings of love, only remember that she'd had them. A dried-out memory, like a flower pressed between the pages of a book.

Sarah Painter

#79. It's the spark of love's memory inside your heart that recognizes them and most of the time they recognize you too. That spark is the magnet that always brings us back to each other. Like glue, it binds us together with an invisible cord from lifetime to lifetime, soul mate to soul mate.

Kate McGahan

#80. 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

#81. The bullet is already in the brain; it won't be outrun forever, or charmed to a halt. In the end it will
do its work and leave the troubled skull behind, dragging its comet's tail of memory and hope and
talent and love into the marble hall of commerce.

Tobias Wolff

#82. She wanted to claw the memory of their night together out of her brain, but she couldn't disremember.Or stop thinking about his tongue, the way he kissed and caressed her, almost like he wasn't a monster.

Rae Elle

#83. She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory
the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.

Laura Miller

#84. Tell him I love him yet,
As in that joyous time!
Tell him I ne'er forget,
Though memory now be crime!
Tell him when fades the light,
Upon the earth and sea,
I dream of him by night,
He must not dream of me!
He must not dream of me!

Caroline Fyffe

#85. An expression of kindness is a memory forever.

Debasish Mridha

#86. This one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making,
sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake,
this blessing love gives again into our arms.

Galway Kinnell

#87. The spirit of gratitude is always pleasant and satisfying because it carries with it a sense of helpfulness to others; it begets love and friendship, and engenders divine influence. Gratitude is said to be the memory of the heart.

Dieter F. Uchtdorf

#88. You, whom I have always loved and never found, you whom I expected to see at the end of the rails beyond the horizon -

Ayn Rand

#89. 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

#90. For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.

Eduardo Galeano

#91. Hate isn't the opposite of love, apathy is. Hating doesn't free you from feeling anything. You have to carry it around, using every scar, every little memory like a building block. Like a stone in a wall, until you've created a new person, a new life that you can live with.

Rasmenia Massoud

#92. My love wants to change the world
she thinks she has so much to give
not realizing how much she takes from others
my love is loyal until she senses rejection of any kind
then she flies like a bird but has less memory
of where she came from
i would like to protect you from my love

Francesca Lia Block

#93. 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

#94. What's the difference? You ask me
The difference is, a smile touches my lips
When I remember both the memory of you entering my life
And the memory of you leaving my life

Tammy-Louise Wilkins

#95. Ten long trips around the sun since I last saw that smile, but only joy and thankfulness that on a tiny world in the vastness, for a couple of moments in the immensity of time, we were one.

Ann Druyan

#96. I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am, and live with shadows tost.

John Clare

#97. 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

#98. Sleep is a form of nostalgia. It evaluates you for the kind of longings you possess. And for the people in exile, it is the only place where home is not away, where the origin is not detached, where love is reciprocated and memory is not a mere object of refuge.

Ashfaq Saraf

#99. How come I love having an episode of deja vu? It's akin to an out-of-body experience, I would think. It sits with me, happily, begging me to delve into my memory to find its match point.

Rachel Nichols

#100. When you live without someone for as long as I have, love becomes this abstract concept, something you attach to a memory. And when memories are that old, they feel like dreams, and you wonder if any of it was real, or if your mind created it all.

Laura Thalassa