Memory Loss Quotes

“Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last.”
― Juan Rulfo

“Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a man’s memories and you take all of him. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surely as if you hammered nail after nail through his skull.”
― Mark Lawrence, King of Thorns

“There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.”
― Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

“She would grab whatever she could - a look, a whisper, a moan - to salvage from perishing, to preserve. But time is most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all .”
― Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

“And since we don’t just forget things because they don’t matter but also forget things because they matter too much because each of us remembers and forgets in a pattern whose labyrinthine windings are an identification mark no less distinctive than a fingerprint's, it’s no wonder that the shards of reality one person will cherish as a biography can seem to someone else who, say, happened to have eaten some ten thousand dinners at the very same kitchen table, to be a willful excursion into mythomania”
― Philip Roth, American Pastoral

“And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

“I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.”
― Erica Bauermeister, The School of Essential Ingredients

“It's all right if you can't remember. Our subconscious is spectacularly agile. Sometimes it knows when to take us away, as a kind of protection.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“It would be dreadfully
ironic, I mused, if once I earned a soul, I forgot everything about being fey, including all my memories of her. That sort of ending seemed
appropriately tragic; the smitten fey creature becomes human but forgets why he wanted to in the first place. Old fairy tales loved that sort of irony.”
― Julie Kagawa

“Time it was
And what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences

Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you”
― Paul Simon, Lyrics 1964-2008

“...Grandpa's mind had left us, gone wild and wary. When I walked with him I could feel how strange it was. His thoughts swam between us, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and I was fishing for them, dangling my own words like baits and lures.”
― Louise Erdrich, Love Medicine

“I've been wondering," Isabelle commented reflectively over dessert, "if it is foolish to make new memories when you know you are going to lose them.”
― Erica Bauermeister, The School of Essential Ingredients

“Deep spirit scanning,” Eisfanger says. His voice has a strange resonance to it, like I’m hearing him through a bad phone connection. “Don’t worry, it’s completely safe. Well, mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“Side effects have been documented,” he admits. “In a very small percentage of cases. Less than two percent.”

“What kind of side effects?” Suddenly I’m feeling nauseous. Feels like the ants are crawling around inside me now, which is exactly as disturbing as it sounds.

“Memory loss. Synesthesia. And occasionally … vestigial growths.”

“So I could forget my own name, start smelling purple everywhere and have an extra nipple sprout from my forehead?”
― D.D. Barant, Back from the Undead

“You might be the scariest girl I've ever met," he told her.
"Let's not be dramatic," she said drily. "I'm the only girl you can remember ever meeting.”
― Sherry Thomas, The Perilous Sea

“This old memory of me is here,
a more recent memory may
be somewhere else.
You'll find me where you need to.
The stems will help guide you.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“Bunnu was no amateur when it came to escape. And even in his drowsiest moments, he understood implicitly that to forget his circumstances, even for a short while, meant first to forget himself. Who he was and why he was—to strip it all bare and start from scratch, as it were. In his nearly 250 years of life and, now, as an old emaciated man completely estranged from his family and closest friends—albeit more by circumstance than by choice—he understood the importance of this process and revered it, for there were far greater things to be done and achieved in the dark, uncertain areas of existence than in those circumscribed—and thereby strained—by comprehensibility.”
― Ashim Shanker, Only the Deplorable

“You are my middle ground, canvas.
You may be blank, yet full of promise.
Maybe you can help me to see properly again.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“ذاكرتي ضعيفة أعذرني لا أعرفك ، ألست من قال عني مجنون ؟ لايبدو عليَّ النسيان ، سبقني بك الكلام ، هل أنت صاحب النسيان ؟؟”
― Sam Houssami

“I know we met before you rescued me at the well. Were you my guard?'

He worked his jaw.

For a second she didn't think he would answer.

Then he shook his head. 'No. I'm generally better at doing damage than protecting.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“The dress I seek cannot be found.
It is tucked away deeply inside
the constant flickering shadows
of my very absent mind.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“You know, I always erase everything... And lately, my memory loss is erasing what time hasn't.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“Between two words in a book Samson's memory had vanished.”
― Nicole Krauss, Man Walks into a Room

“When you couldn't remember anything, everyone wore an enemy's face.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Have we met before?' she asked. 'Do I know you?'

'No. I don't usually play with things that easily break.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“...perhaps it was more like a bread crumb than a proper piece of a memory, but every lover of fairytales knew that bread crumb trails were always worth following.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“What are you to me?' she asked.

Archer's eyes locked with hers. 'Nothing.'

But it didn't feel like nothing when his fingers reached down and he took hold of the sash that kept her robe tied together. He held it as if he couldn't decide if he wanted to untie it or tug her closer to him.

'Why are you lying?' she asked.

'I thought we'd already established that I'm not very kind.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“I don't believe you, Jacks. I might not remember everything about you. But I know you. I know that I know you, and I don't believe there is anything you can't do.'

'I can't do this,' he said roughly.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“And, well, I suppose that's partly why I don't have much faith in the notion of permanence. Anything can be taken from you, at any moment. Even the past isn't guaranteed. You can lose that, too, slowly, like water eating away at stone.”
― Ava Reid, A Study in Drowning

“The Eviction by Stewart Stafford

The mind's paper vessel crumples
Sodden with learning and memory
Ne'er to sail waves of reminiscence
A living statue, hewn by sculptor Time.

The physician nor the shaman console
Self-pitying sobs in the moaning wind
Brought down by jackals in the dunes
The skull's tenant but a daily squatter

Nostalgic waves batter alien shores
Déjà vu of the blood and the collegial
A stranger's reflection in misting eyes
A sandcastle sacked to the four winds

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved”
― Stewart Stafford