#memo

They, like me, like all of us, had, once upon a time, in a past so far away it seemed like heaven, caught by chance a glimpse of an inner essence, only to forget what it was. It was this lost memory that pained us, reduced us to ruins, though still we struggled to be ourselves. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#memory #life

Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes back to threads picked up by birds to make their nests. Repeat, or the story will fall and all the king's horses and all the king's men. . . . Repeat, and cradle the pieces carefully, or events will scatter like marbles on a wooden floor. ↗

— Ann-Marie MacDonald

#memories #truth #life

I don't know why they call it life, it's just a moment with memories. ↗

— Tibor Fischer

#memories #philosophy #the-thought-gang #tibor-fischer #life

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 Marion

#memory #life

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#love #memories #poetry #love

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#memoir #love

I skimmed the pond scum with a spoon like broth in a soup bowl. Why does everything have to remind me of her? 
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #memory #nostalgia #pond #remind

I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue. Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each lettter. Your name, which I played with so carelessly, so easily, has somehow become sacred to my lips. A name I won’t throw around lightheartedly or repeat without deep thought. And if ever I speak of you, I use the English language to describe who you were to me. You are nameless, because those letters grouped together in that familiar form….. carries too much meaning for my capricious heart. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#love #love-story #memories #names #passion

How do you know when it's over?" "Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you. ↗

— Gunnar Ardelius

#i-love-you #i-need-you #love #maybe #memories

I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today. ↗

— Alexander Vassilieff

#memoirs #mystery-thrillers #love