#memo

Entre más recordamos, más cerca estamos de la muerte. ↗

— Rafael Pérez Gay

#memory #philosophy #life

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

— Alexander Vassilieff

#memoirs #mystery-thrillers #love

For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure. ↗

— Eduardo Hughes Galeano

#nostalgia #past #sea #love

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#memories #music #relationships #romance #love

You remind me of a boy I used to know Same Smile, same easy, laid-back style And man, could he kiss Blew my mind the very first time His lips touched mine. You remind me You remind me of a boy I used to like. Same eyes, strong arms, same open mind And man, could he dance Arms around me, lost in a trance I'd hear his heart You remind me I'm scared of you How did you find me? Turn and walk away 'Cause you remind me You remind me of a boy I used to love Same laughter and tears, shared through the years And man, how he felt Made my bones more than melt He touched my soul. You remind me I'm scared of you How did you find me? Turn and walk away 'Cause you remind me ↗

— Malorie Blackman

#similarities #song-writing #love

Love was a verb with a certain amount of energy attached to it - a daily quota - and you had to choose on whom you wanted to spend this energy. That was love. That was why people had to pray for it. If it were not finite, no one would pine for love in their lives - they would just wait to receive or learn to give. ↗

— Alice Pung

#memoir #love

...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #memories #nothingness #poetry-quotes #tendrils

Kimberly Reed explains why this love has transferred to adulthood, saying, "When you love something as a kid, you never stop loving it; you just tuck that love away in a different spot in your heart. ↗

— Nikki Van Noy

#love

In love, one always begins in deceiving oneself, and one always ends in deceiving others. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#love

It frightens me that I can't do anything sensible about it." "Are you scared that you'll wind up with a boring job where you have to see the same people every day and drink instant coffee?" "I'm more scared that I'll forget the feeling I have now." "Kind of like how you forgot how it feels to be three years old." "That surely I'll wind up thinking I was so young, I didn't really understand everything. It bothers me that I know I will be wrong. ↗

— Gunnar Ardelius

#romance #young #love