Everyone is born and they die, but it's the memories they leave behind that define them and let them live on than others.
Judi FennellWhen he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides.
Lisa SchroederTags: memories
Toy is talking and this is why I love her. She can go on about herself ceaselessly and like the scratching of a branch against the window at night, the steady insistence of it is comforting. She has stories without beginnings, stories that trail off, stories that crisscross and contradict and dead end.
Toy is the star of her stories. Events orbit her like a constellation.
Tags: stories storytelling memories
I know. You can be fine, and then,
out of nowhere,
a memory blindsides you.
Tags: memories
Discussing it later, many of us felt we suffered a mental dislocation at that moment, which only grew worse through the course of the remaining deaths. The prevailing symptom of this state was an inability to recall any sound. Truck doors slammed silently; Lux's mouth screamed silently; and the street, the creaking tree limbs, the streetlight clicking different colors, the electric buzz of the pedestrian crossing box - all these usually clamorous voices hushes, or had begun shrieking at a pitch too high for us to hear, though they sent chills up our spines. Sound returned only once Lux had gone. Televisions erupted with canned laughter. Fathers splashed, soaking aching backs.
Jeffrey EugenidesFor our own part, we learned a great deal about the techniques of love, and because we didn't know the words to denote what we saw, we had to make up our own. That was why we spoke of "yodeling in the canyon" and "tying the tube," of "groaning in the pit," "slipping the turtle's head," and "chewing the stinkweed." Years later, when we lost our own virginities, we resorted in our panic to pantomiming Lux's gyrations on the roof so long ago; and even now, if we were to be honest with ourselves, we would have to admit that it is always that pale wraith we make love to, always her feet snagged in the gutter, always her single blooming hand steadying itself against the chimney, no matter what our present lovers' feet and hands are doing.
Jeffrey EugenidesTags: virginity memories adolescence virgins sex-education
When people go away they vanish, turn to nothing, stop being. They live only in memories, haunting the imagination.
Dezső KosztolányiTags: imagination people memories
Ghosts are not what I remember of my childhood; but somehow they
infuse memories of myself as a child, the little girl in a storybook, with
ghosts hovering around her.
Tags: childhood memories ghosts storytellers ghost-stories grndfathers
I like
the memories
because they remind me
I haven't always been
this girl,
constantly
mad or scared
or confused.
Tags: memories
Your memories don't possess you, you possess your memories.
Guy T. Simpson Jr.Tags: inspirational-quotes memories
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