#memo

Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#inspirational #memory #inspirational

So much of our early gladness vanishes utterly from our memory: we can never recall the joy with which we laid our heads on our mother's bosom or rode on our father's back in childhood. Doubtless that joy is wrought up into our nature, as the sunlight of long-past mornings is wrought up in the soft mellowness of the apricot, but it is gone for ever from our imagination, and we can only BELIEVE in the joy of childhood. ↗

— George Eliot

#imagination

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they've died. They're like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs. Only instead of being made of stone, they're made out of the memories people have of you. ↗

— R.J. Palacio

#honor #inspiration #memories #inspirational

I'm often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I'm running? I don't have a clue. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#memoir #running #inspirational

If you can see it, you can achieve it. God helps those who helps themselves. Power is in the act of humility. ↗

— Patricia Amis

#inspirational #memoir #inspirational

Part of the function of memory is to forget; the omni-retentive mind will break down and produce at best an idiot savant who can recite a telephone book, and at worst a person to whom every grudge and slight is as yesterday's. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#forgiveness #grudges #memory #savant-syndrome #forgiveness

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. ↗

— Maurice Maeterlinck

#bitterest #called #enough #forth #hours

Ture stories can't be told forward, only backward. We invent them from the vantage point of an ever-changing present and tell ourselves how they unfolded. ↗

— Siri Hustvedt

#present #story #storytelling #change

I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not. ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#forgetting-the-past #inspirational #memory #inspirational

I'll tell you this much. Men think memories are like murals or statues or truth or whatever happened, never changes none. But that ain't so. They can capture the untruth of something, just as easy. They can change, especially as time leads to time. (...) To each man himself, his memories seems as solid and factual as a stone mosaic, an urn he could turn around and heft, a flower he could sniff. But when I go inside another, I don't see it or feel it like that. Everything is shimmery, shifting, like it's bathed in mist and shadow, like... like walking down the foggiest street you can think of, with everything looking not like itself at all. ↗

— Jeff Salyards

#change