The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that's always been there, and the next minute it's just a memory.

I don't remember my childhood very well for one reason or another, possibly childhood trauma or possibly just a very bad memory. My early life has sort of been erased from my memory banks.

The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. She fell asleep filled with sadness, but without regret.

There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth.

There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indelibly with regret.

If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world.