#memo

I suppose I wouldn’t desire having memorial services after I pass by… I think that it would have a precious little to do with my inworld immortality because I think I’ll have a precious little to do with the person to be remembered… Who can really tell? ↗

— Thanos Grigoriou

#imortality #memorial #death

Some solace for nobodies: you will live forever in a metadatabank. Some anxiety: a good deal of that data, if examined, will be embarrassing. ↗

— Bauvard

#hope #humor #life #memory #pain

What kind of miracle ripped out your heart, and left you breathing? ↗

— A.B. Shepherd

#life-and-living #pain #painful-memories #death

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty. ↗

— Jenny Han

#childhood-memories #eight #memories #nostalgia #death

In a person's lifetime there may be not more than half a dozen occasions that he can look back to in the certain knowledge that right then, at that moment, there was room for nothing but happiness in his heart. ↗

— Ernestine Gilbreth Carey

#happiness #life #memories #moments #satisfaction

There is so little to remember of anyone - an anecdote, a conversation at a table. But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming habitual fondness not having meant to keep us waiting long. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#dreams

Time moves in one direction, memory in another. ↗

— William Gibson

#another #direction #memory #moves

I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there. ↗

— Robinson Jeffers

#dogs #dream #memory #passage #time

A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you're not interested or even involved. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#jack-kerouac #memory #vision #writer #writing

Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#childhood-memories #dreams