Memory is a strange thing. It does not work like I thought it did. We are so bound by time. By its order.
We cling to memories as if they define us, but they really don’t. What we do is what defines us.
The moon will be full in three days. Your spirit shall forever remain among the humans. You shall age like them, you shall die like them, and all memory of you shall fade in time. And we’ll vanish along with it. You will never see us again.
If you have authentic memories, you have real human responses.
You erased me from your memories because you thought you were holding me back from having a full and happy life. But you made a mistake. Being with you is the only way I could have a full and happy life. You’re the girl of my dreams… and apparently, I’m the man of yours.[to Lucy]
Memory is everything. Without it, we are blind. Without it, we leave the fate of our world to chance.[trailer]
Maybe memory fades for a reason. If we just dwelled on the bad things in the past, we’d never get over them. And if we just dwelled on the good, we might never match it again.
If we can’t make memories, we can’t heal.
All the best memories are hers.[to Deckard]
Memory can change the shape of a room, it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They’re just an interpretation, they’re not a record, and they’re irrelevant if you have the facts.
Memories fade. That’s what’s so terrible about them.
Memories are like perfume. Better in small doses.
