#memo

Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea! How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea. ↗

— Sydney Smith

#memoir

What were you like," I asked her. "we're you happy? Or were you smiling because they told you to? ↗

— Gabrielle Zevin

#memoir

Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August] ↗

— William Faulkner

#nostalgia #nostalgia

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#loneliness

I looked around at the rooms that I did not see as rooms but more as a landscape for my emotions, a biography of memory. ↗

— Anne Spollen

#emotions #landscape #memory #rooms #biography

Elections are won by men and women chiefly because most people vote against somebody rather than for somebody. ↗

— Franklin P. Adams

#days #good #good old days #memory #more

Nostalgia is the only friend that stays with you forever. ↗

— Damien Echols

#memories #nostalgia #death

Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. I didn't give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. It was the age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me. And worse, I was in love. Love with complications. The scenery was the last thing on my mind. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#memory #age

Forgetting who you are is so much more complicated than simply forgetting your name. It's also forgetting your dreams. Your aspirations. What makes you happy. What you pray you'll never have to live without. It's meeting yourself for the first time, and not being sure of your first impression. ↗

— Jessica Brody

#dreams #first-impressions #forgetting #memory-loss #sadness

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#any #bad #chronicle #day #days