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1 " She had always assumed that her life would end inside the war, that the war itself would be her eternal present, as it was for Darrow and for her brother. The possibility of time going on, her memories growing dim, the photographs of the battles turning from life into history terrified her. "
― Tatjana Soli , The Lotus Eaters
2 " The afternoon had passed to a ghostly gray. She was struck by the immensity of things, so much water and sky and forest, and after a time it occurred to her that she’d lived a life almost entirely indoors. Her memories were indoor memories, fixed by ceilings and plastered white walls. Her whole life had been locked to geometries: suburban rectangles, city squares. First the house she’d grown up in, then dorms and apartments. The open air had been nothing but a medium of transit, a place for rooms to exist. "
― Tim O'Brien , In the Lake of the Woods
3 " Losing him would, she realised, be unlike anything she had ever experienced before. A marriage is a conspiracy, a shared aspect toward the rest of the society, a code devised over a long history of negotiation and habit. That code would vanish. Her thoughts would be unobserved, her memories would be hers alone, without the heft that comes from sharing them with another. She would become insubstantial to herself. "
― Matthew De Abaitua , If Then
4 " I can imagine her memories of the novel, or, more likely, of who she was and how she felt when reading it. "
― Rabih Alameddine , An Unnecessary Woman
5 " The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day. "
― Frank Beddor , Seeing Redd
6 " Eustasia Johannsen was ready. Anyone could see that. Everything about her ancient self gave evidence to it: Her skin, wrinkled and transparent... But mainly, it was her eyes. They were drawn into her face as if her memories occupied more of her sight than what was actually in front of her. "
― Clare Vanderpool , Navigating Early
7 " She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with walls and become a house she can live in. Because if the tottering structure of her memories collapses like a clumsily pitched tent, all that Tamina will be left with is the present, that invisible point, that nothingness moving slowly toward death. "
― Milan Kundera , The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
8 " It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh. "
― Sara Sheridan , British Bulldog (Mirabelle Bevan Mystery, #4)
9 " Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison. "
― , Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood, #5)
10 " I couldn't tell what colour her eyes were. They were wet and dark and shining, like pools of deep, still water. For a second I thought I could see pictures in them, like I was looking right inside her to where her memories were. She smiled, and I wondered if she knew what I'd seen or if she could see the pictures I kept hidden inside myself. "
― Glenda Millard , A Small Free Kiss in the Dark
11 " WE COMMENTED TO Corrie about the practicalness of the things she recalled, how her memories seemed to throw a spotlight on problems and decisions we faced here and now. " But," she said, " this is what the past is for! Every experience God gives us, every person He puts in our lives is the perfect preparation for a future that only He can see. "
12 " [Mary] says her memories Will help those of usNewly come to our Lord’s mercy,To live in His light. "
― Jessica Coupé , Daystar Rising: The Testimony of Mary of Nazareth
13 " She did not come, her memories is remainedIn The desire to meet them, my is spoiled "
14 " There had been no enemies, just one single adversary, herself; her future had been killed by her own imprudence, by the reckless Salina pride; and now, just at the moment when her memories had come alive again after so many years, she found herself even without the solace of being able to blame her own unhappiness on others, a solace which is the last protective device of the desperate. "
― Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa , The Leopard
