#memo

We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten ↗

— Cesare Pavese

#memory #life

The end of poetry is not to create a physical condition which shall give pleasure to the mind... The end of poetry is not an after-effect, not a pleasurable memory of itself, but an immediate, constant and even unpleasant insistence upon itself. ↗

— Laura Riding

#constant #create #end #even #give

Understanding the Way of Story as a sacred pattern and a living event. Story can reveal a spiritual path and or the way to healing. Stories become the foundation of health, peacebuilding and vision. Learning to listen, to recognize, to understand and attend the teachings and revelations of the Stories we have been given to live guides us toward the 5th world. Our individual stories, when carefully attended, can reveal each person’s particular path of healing and transformation. Even illness is a story that can lead us to our own and to community healing. Learning to recognize the Story that we or another is living can be a worthy life work. ↗

— Deena Metzger

#spirituality #life

It's fun to do voiceover work, although you still have to act. But it doesn't involve memorizing lines, and you don't have to dress up. ↗

— Stephen Root

#although #dress #fun #involve #lines

For the first time in your conscious memory; for the first time in fact, since your were a baby; a single tear, full and warm, rolled down your right cheek and you fell into a very deep and entirely dreamless slumber. ↗

— Dave Sim

#cheek #conscious #deep #down #entirely

Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey. ↗

— Tad Williams

#find #friends #furnish #go #head

My fat cells have a memory like Einstein! I'm proof that surgery is not a magic potion. There are many ways to sabotage it. ↗

— Carnie Wilson

#einstein #fat #i #like #magic

I loved her like elephants like remembering stuff. Those bastards just won’t let me forget and move on.
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— Jarod Kintz

#forget #forgetting #funny #humor #love

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#beauty #melancholy #memoirs-of-a-geisha #beauty

How easily they spoke of love. And yet, when she'd needed the certainty of his feeling for her, he'd let her slip away, never able to bring himself to tell her about the ways in which he'd been changed. He'd been incapable he'd let Nenebah believe the problem lay with her. ↗

— Aminatta Forna

#forna #kai #love #memory #change