#memo

In the short term, it would make me happy to go play outside. In the long term, it would make me happier to do well at school and become successful. But in the VERY long term, I know which will make better memories. ↗

— Bill Watterson

#long-term #memories #regrets #life

Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary. There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#truth #life

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#life

All that is left to bring you pain, are the memories. If you face those, you’ll be free. You can’t spend the rest of your life hiding from yourself; always afraid that your memories will incapacitate you, and they will if you continue to bury them. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#bury #free #hide #incapacitate #memories

i like scars, they remind you of things ↗

— Nirrimi Joy Hakanson

#life #memory #pain #past #scars

It didn’t take tragedy or war to derail a man. It took only a memory. ↗

— Ali Shaw

#memory #tragedy #life

Images flicker, each one bringing its own sorrow or its own smile. Sometimes both. At the very worst, an impenetrable and sightless black and at best, a happiness so bright that it hurts the eyes to see, coming and going on some unseen projector perpetually turned by an invisible hand. One, then another. The hollow click of the shutter. Now stop. Freeze this frame. Pluck it down and hold it close and be damned by what you see. Henri always said: the price of a memory is the memory if the sorrow it brings. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#memories #life

And now listen carefully. You in others-this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life-your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you-the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it. ↗

— Boris Pasternak

#life

Into every sunny life a little rain must fall. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#life

And so it was when anyone tried to speak: their minds would become tangled in remembrance. Words became floods of thought with no beginning or end, and would drown the speaker before he could reach the life raft of the point he was trying to make. It was impossible to remember what one meant, what, after all of the words, was intended. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#life