#memo

Her lips full and inviting, she has an infectious laugh and glassy cackle in her eyes, and a 2000 volt sexual charisma that beckons me like a fluff girl on scuffed knees. ↗

— Brett Tate

#funny #humor #humour #memoir #sex

Mostly I couldn't bear... the paltry notion that memory was all that eternal life really meant, and I spent too much time wondering where people got the fortitude or delusion to keep on moving past the static dead. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#memory #death

The camera relieves us of the burden of memory. It surveys us like God, and it surveys for us. Yet no other god has been so cynical, for the camera records in order to forget. ↗

— John Berger

#burden #camera #cynical #forget #god

Anticipation of movement, through muscular innervation and memory, by its retention of nerve impulse images, extend the present to the limit of a second or so. ↗

— John Desmond Bernal

#extend #images #impulse #limit #memory

Whether we or our politicians know it or not, Nature is party to all our deals and decisions, and she has more votes, a longer memory, and a sterner sense of justice than we do. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#decisions #justice #know #longer #memory

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid. ↗

— Ugo Betti

#distance #erode #like #memories #stones

Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left. ↗

— Robert Byrne

#farewell #left #memorial #party #service

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen. ↗

— Edward de Bono

#does #happens #left #memory #something

We do this thing. We open our hearts to the world around us. And the more we do that, the more we allow ourselves to love, the more we are bound to find ourselves one day - like Dave, and Morley, and Sam, and Stephanie - standing in the kitchen of our live, surrounded by the ones we love, and feeling empty, and alone, and sad, and lost for words, because one of our loved ones, who should be there, is missing. Mother or father, brother or sister, wife or husband, or a dog or cat. It doesn't really matter. After a while, each death feels like all the deaths, and you stand there like eveyone else has stood there before you, while the big wind of sadness blows around and through you. "He was a great dog," said Dave. "Yes," said Morley. "He was a great dog. ↗

— Stuart McLean

#death

believe that you've had most of your important memories by the time you're thirty. After that, memory becomes water overflowing into an already full cup. New experiences just don't register in the same way or with the same impact. I could be shooting heroin with the Princess of Wales, naked in a crashing jet, and the experience still couldn't compare to the time the cops chased us after we threw the Taylors' patio furniture into their pool in eleventh grade. ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#experience