I try to clutch onto those last moments in the place that I was born to, but I was so busy *living* them! How was I to know I'd have to capture everything I ever wanted to remember of Eire for the rest of my life?
Kate McCaffertyStichwörter: childhood memory ireland
I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.
Harley KingStichwörter: heart stars childhood memory
He was thinking of that time, the way one does on long journeys when rootlessness and boredom, lack of sleep or routine can summon from out of nowhere random stretches of the past, make them as real as a haunting. --Solar
Ian McEwanThis [...] isn`t something I actually saw, but what you end up remembering isn`t always the same as what you witnessed.
Julian BarnesStichwörter: memory
Start with a blank surface. It doesn't have to be paper or canvas, but I feel it should be white. We call it white because we need a word, but its true name is nothing. Black is the absence of light, but white is the absence of memory, the color of can't remember.
Stephen KingStichwörter: memory
For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.
Eduardo GaleanoStichwörter: past nostalgia memory sea
What spares us is memory,” he said. “It’s what makes us worth saving. However low we sink, whatever promise we no longer fulfill, we tell our stories. That’s why you’re so important, Charlie. You’re a guardian of our national memory.
Frederick WeiselStichwörter: stories memory teller weisel frederick-weisel
It felt like being a child again, though it was not. Being a child is like nothing. It's only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.
China MiévilleStichwörter: youth childhood memory
The hollowness in his chest, the tense yearning, the loneliness he braces against, every morning until he can immerse himself in work and forget. Not love. Something else, something with a power that endures. Not love, but a memory of love.
Aminatta FornaAt the time he had closed in upon himself, denying her a place of entry. She was tenacious, aggressive as a lover, had tried to prise the pieces of him apart. Only when she failed had she finally let go, by then months had passed. She loved like she was going to war, but she was also not the kind of woman to wait for a man. Valiant in battle, noble in defeat. She walked away and never looked back
Aminatta FornaStichwörter: love memory aminatta forna nenebah
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