The best anime quotes about memory.
“Do you know why snow is white..? Because it forgot what colour it was.”
“It was just a simple hologram, it's what Me-chan would have wanted...”
“This place makes me think about the mistakes I've made in the past... and I've made a lot.”
“When I kick the ball, I feel like I'm playing with my father.”
“*to Claude* Then show me those eyes. Not the eyes of those villagers who looked as if they'd seen a pile of vomit. Not the old man's greedy, inflamed eyes. That day, those eyes. Those eyes that longed only for me, Claude.”
“Bro is dead. He's no longer here. However, on my back, within my heart, he continues to live on!”
“Kamina told me before. "He's the one that always saves me.", "He's the one that doesn't give up, even at the end.".”
“I feel so...warm. We know... This calm won't last for long, but...we can't help hoping... That this dreamlike moment... will last.. Forever..”
“Dad left... A long time ago, when brother and I were still boys. Mom stared off into the distance a lot. But she carried on as if nothing were wrong.”
“Papa was only 18 years old when I was born. He used to read a lot of books to me back then.”
“If you were in this situation, what would you have done? You would run after Byakuya...And then kick him in the butt, right? No matter how one captain complains, the Central Government won't change their decision for one person. But if it was you, you would still run around appealing to save Kuchiki...No. You would probably do something completely different. You always chose the path that lead to the most danger. Am I right...Kaien?”
“[about his deceased friend] I never overcame my shyness and told her that I actually liked clouds.”
“We are all like fireworks. We climb, shine, and always go our separate ways and become further apart. But even if that time comes, let's not disappear like a firework. Let's continue to shine... Forever.”
“Kisuke and I used to play here when we were kids. We modeled the one under his shop after this one. It was our own secret playground.”
“(singing) Leaves from the vine Falling so slow Like fragile tiny shells Drifting in the foam. Little soldier boy Come marching homeBrave soldier boy Comes marching home...”
