No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar.

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything.

Memory is the scribe of the soul.

There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.

I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience.

A clear conscience is the sure sign of a bad memory.

Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory.

Past and future exist only in our memory. The present moment, though, is outside of time, it's Eternity.

A pleasure is not full grown until it is remembered.

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

Everyone complains of his memory and nobody complains of his judgment.

Memories, imagination, old sentiments and associations, are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.

I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

Conflict is the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. It instigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplike passivity and sets us at noting and contriving.