You don’t have to stop loving someone when they’re gone, honey. In fact, one could argue that you should love them more.[to Paige]
You deserve to remember all the pieces of your dream as I deserve to remember mine.[to Duncan]
You can love a memory all you want. But it can’t love you back.[to John]
Why would you try to drag my nightmare out into the light of day? We don’t remember everything like you machines, and that is a blessing![to North No. 2]
When does a man die? Is it when a bullet pierces his heart? Or he’s stricken by an incurable disease? No. Is it when he eats soup made from a poisonous mushroom? No. A man dies when he is forgotten.
When a person passes, we strive to remember them exactly as they were. Yet, when we think of our own legacy, there’s a quiet hope to be remembered for our best, not our mistakes, or our flops, or worse, the secrets we tried to bury.
When a man is old, he doesn’t care what he remembers. He cares how he’s remembered.
What are you drawing?[Boyd Stevens]Things I’ve seen. It’s good to draw them when you see them. So, even if you forget, the pictures remember. I thought they were dreams, all those things, but the pictures remembered.[Victor Kavanaugh]
We made new memories every day, added them to the ghosts of older ones.
We can’t always carry our fallen comrades home, but we carry their memory.[to Dieter]
We all deserve our memories. Our skeletons. Our debts.[to Lawrence]
There’s a growing list of things we’ve known and forgotten, things they’ve pushed us to forget. Things like freedom.[to Cassian]
