I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.
Maya AngelouTags: death memories heartache
For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.
John GreenTags: writing fiction memories writing-life true-story
Night thoughts have a different color than day thoughts, a different slant, more than anything else they know all the secret paths and chinks in the armor they can take advantage of to force their way into consciousness.
Christa WolfIt is as if people refused to leave their dead alone, forced them back into the light, made them keep their composure even in death.
Bernhard SchlinkTags: memories dead-people
Certain moments in my life are imprinted in me memory.
They're easy to recall with perfect clarity, whether I want to remember them or not. Any small thing can trigger them: a phrase, a smell, a thought. It brings everything back like I'm reliving that moment, a brief scene in the movie of my life, complete with how horrible I felt at the time. And I usually felt horrible in those moments that I want to forget that stick around.
The only reason people hold onto memories is because memories are the only things that don't change, even when everyone else does.
Ziad K. AbdelnourTags: memories
And the pomegranates,/
like memories, are bittersweet/
as we huddle together,/
remembering just how good/
life used to be
Tags: family sorrow memories bittersweet under-the-mesquite
Have you really not noticed, then, that here of all places, in this private, personal solitude that surrounds me, I have turned to you? All the memories of my youth speak to me as I walk, just as the sea shells crunch under my feet on the beach. The crash of every wave awakens far-distant reverberations within me... I hear the rumble of bygone days, and in my mind the whole endless series of old passions surges forward like the billows. I remember my spasms, my sorrows, gusts of desire that whistled like wind in the rigging, and vast vague longings that swirled in the dark like a flock of wild gulls in a stormcloud... On whom should I lean, if not on you? My weary mind turns for refreshment to the thought of you as a dusty traveler might sink onto a soft and grassy bank...
Gustave FlaubertHe considered razing the house and rebuilding, but he realized that houses are not haunted, and regardless of the architecture with which we surround ourselves,our ghosts stay with us until we ourselves are ghosts.
Dean KoontzTags: memories
To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.
Tan Twan EngTags: memories
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