My Name Is Memory

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.

Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll keep faith in me, you`ll remember who we are, and you`ll never feel despair.

I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

How many times could you give up on someone you loved?

It was wrong. But it was worth it.

You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It`s you who makes me a person.

I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search for her ; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.

Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once loved him with all your heart.

She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time

Daniel?" "Yes." "Did you ever think we were meant not to be together?" "No. We are meant to be together. We are just meant to want it very badly.

You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

I'm not going anywhere without you. We're swimming to China together. And if the worst happens, I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.

I always search for her; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.

If you didn't have a choice, you had to make a choice. If you didn't have options, you made some. You couldn't just let this world happen to you... he didn't see eternity. He saw this girl and this moment and this one slim chance.

Are you sure were not dead?" "I really fucking hope not.

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.

I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.

Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?

What if people knew they were recycled? Would that change anything?

But certain souls cohere. It's rare but possible. But it takes two powerful wills to make it so.

Maybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want to stop, but they would be embarrassed, and neither would know what to say. They would go their separate ways. Who knew? Maybe that happened every day to people who'd once loved each other.

I want to go where you're going. I'm not scared of dying. I want to stay together and come back together. You said that souls cohere. I want to stay with you.

She closed her eyes. "I didn't know that. i didn't know anything. It scares me the things I told myself. But I would have told myself almost anything, because I wanted to believe him." "Why?" "Because I wanted to be with you.

Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.

You are not going to die, I know I said I'd let you, but I can't.

It was funny how the old practices always came around again. It was the rhythm of human enterprise to invent and worship some new approach, to fully reject it a generation later, to realize the need for it again a generation or two after that and then hastily reinvent it as new, usually without its original elegance. Scientists hated to look backward for anything.

You should find him because he loves you.