There are memories I am better off without. Things better lost forever.
S.J. WatsonTag: memories
When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you.
Ray LorigaTag: death-and-dying memories
I've learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.
Pittacus LoreI turned to face Audrey, and everything I loved was right there in her eyes, the memories tangible: the schooldays and sleepovers, the cheap bottles of wine and sappy chick flicks. She was there for my mother’s drunken relapses, there to hold me until I fell asleep the first time the ex from Seattle hit me. It was all there, and my God, each memory was suddenly sacred and the sun rose and set upon it.
Rachael WadeTag: friendship acceptance grief memories loyalty closure resistance-trilogy
The man went to the controls, looking up at me, flaring his nostrils to my actions. His voice was like a voice under water. “We’ll see what becomes of your rebellious nature when you lose your memories, Rei Lin.” He punched a few buttons and turned the knob on the wall to the right.
Millicent AshbyAnd here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.
Lois LowryNever forget,
Each day that we have together is a precious gift.
In the web of daily living, we are creating character.
Let's take the time to create memories, listen and observe.
Time flees, and it does not return.
If we lose today, it is gone forever.
Let's live for the present, and be prepared for the future.
Let's grow strong, let's grow bigger, let's grow TOGETHER!
Tag: future present relationships creative-process parenting memories creative-ideas
I walked in the dark forest at night...I couldn't see much further in the dark ,I heard the sound of the past, ..Memories Went back clear to me and Fear started hunting me, ..No Way To Escape , No Way To Stand Still...
Hamza wolfGritting my teeth as if it requires actual physical strength, I push the memory of him dying in my arms down, deep down. It almost seems to fight me, to want to surge into the forefront of my mind, and I sigh. Long ago I came to the realization that painful memories are persistent. The agony of them stays with you much longer, sharper, and clearer than sweet memories, that soften and assume a hazy, rosy glow in your mind, almost as if they have been airbrushed. Remembrance of pain is different; there is no muting of colors, no blurring of edges. No, its colors remain stark and bold, a palette of vibrant primary reds, blues, and yellows; its edges stay defined and razor sharp. Years later it can still cut you as deeply, make you bleed as profusely, as the day it was formed.
FROM AN UNTITLED WORK IN PROGRRESS
We walked into the arena together with him reaching out his arm and wrapping it around my waist. He pulled me into him, smelling the aroma around him. The scent was familiar like I was with him before. Although I was positive that I’d never seen this man, something still ached at me. Was it a longing of a piece of my past starting to take effect?
Millicent AshbyTag: memories
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