Tai, ką galiausiai prisimeni, ne visada yra tas pats, ką patyrei

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

Seandainya memori seperti kaset yang dapat berulang-ulang diputar kembali.

After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,What can I do to kill it and be free?

Memory's got nothing to do with years. You remember what you remember.

Education is everywhere, prompting one to think, to consider, to remember.

The magic of love is that it becomes our memory which we never can forget.

Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?

Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.

It didn’t take tragedy or war to derail a man. It took only a memory.

...I want to live doubly - first with you and then afterwards in memory ...

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

...or like an old friend one has known too well and doesn't want to see.