“There are no stars to-night
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
In the loose girdle of soft rain.”

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

“And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.”

“I like the rain. It washes memories off the sidewalk of life.”

“It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.”

“It's strange indeed how memories can lie dormant in a man's mind for so many years. Yet those memories can be awakened and brought forth fresh and new, just by something you've seen, or something you've heard, or the sight of an old familiar face.”

“Night is the time to weep,
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years.”

“For it is only habit and memory that dulls the physical passion. Without memory, each night is the first night, each morning is the first morning, each kiss and touch are the first.”

“I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a memory of the rain.”

“His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong.”