Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.
I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.
May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.
But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.
For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.
There are some things, I think, you're btter off not remembering.
Happiness is what you choose to remember.
remember that every fire will burn itself out, even without your help.
When it's all over, you're remembered for what you did, not what you said you were going to do.
If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?
How can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war?