Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.
Drew MyronTag: poetry poem memory resilience breathe darkness-and-light recovery-from-grief
So if existence was just binary, dead or alive, here or not here, what would be the fucking point in anything? My mom used to say that's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory--hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can build off our pasts and make futures.
Isaac MarionIt shouldn't work. It shouldn't be magic. You shouldn't weep happy and then sad and then happy again. But you do. And I do. And we all do.
Ray BradburyTag: nostalgia memory memories
You cannot make yourself have a flashback, nor will you have one unless you are emotionally ready to remember something. Once remembered, the memory can help you to face more of the truth. You can then express your pent-up feelings about the memory and continue on your path to recovery. Think of the flashback as a clue to the next piece of work. No matter how painful, try to view it as a positive indication that you are now ready and willing to remember.
Beverly EngelTag: innocence pain emotions memory rape healing recovery mental-health mental-illness sexual-abuse abuse sexual-assault flashback
...someone ought to invent a tool, a kind of plane to shave the lies away from stories and deception away from memories. I'm a collector of shavings.
Saša StanišićTag: truth lies stories memory memories
There are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot - that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful, sideways staring eyes.
Arundhati RoyTag: life memory forgetting
Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.
Jeanette WintersonTag: memory damage memory-loss
Write it down. Not just to remember it, but to forget it in the right way. My notebook are a kind of materialized subconscious, a hard-copy memory and its invisible substrata, following their own rules. More than once I have been surprised to discover that an idea I thought was new and original, something I set down in a notebook yesterday, is already contained in another note from years before. Sometimes the second version repeats the first, almost word for word, across the space of a decade. The earlier version, once brought with clarity to the surface, has been covered over again by layers of yellowing paper.
Ivan VladislavićTag: writing memory pentimenti
I found myself intent on keeping the memories of the year to myself.
[...]
I didn't want to share them. Because I didn't want to dilute them
A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing -
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of your rowing -
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say 'forget.
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