#memo

I still have in my memory, almost agonizing impressions of a serious illness which I had when I was about eight years old. Those about me called it scarlet fever, and its very name seemed to have a diabolical quality. ↗

— Pierre Loti

#agonizing #almost #called #diabolical #eight

Some say that AIDS came from the monkeys, and I doubt that because we have been living with monkeys from time immemorial, others say it was a curse from God, but I say it cannot be that. ↗

— Wangari Maathai

#because #been #came #cannot #curse

I feel quite connected to the past, and my memory. Everything that I've ever done I can still relate to, and feel connected to it in a way. There's no part of my life that I look at and go, 'I don't recognize that person at all.' ↗

— Ian MacKaye

#done #ever #everything #feel #go

I remember the difficulty we had in the beginning replacing magnetic cores in memories and eventually we had both cost and performance advantages. But it wasn't at all clear in the beginning. ↗

— Gordon Moore

#beginning #both #clear #cost #difficulty

My memory of those places is better than my pictures. That's why I get much more satisfaction out of shooting thematic work that has to do with an idea that I'm searching for, or searching to express. ↗

— Leonard Nimoy

#express #get #i #idea #memory

The memory of that scene for me is like a frame of film forever frozen at that moment: the red carpet, the green lawn, the white house, the leaden sky. The new president and his first lady. ↗

— Richard M. Nixon

#film #first #first lady #forever #frame

I was never very good at exams, having a poor memory and finding the examination process rather artificial, and there never seemed to be enough time to follow up things that really interested me. ↗

— Paul Nurse

#enough #examination #exams #finding #follow

The important thing for the remembering author is not what he experienced, but the weaving of his memory, the Penelope work of recollection. Or should one call it, rather, the Penelope work of forgetting? ... And is not his work of spontaneous recollection, in which remembrance is the woof and forgetting the warp, a counterpart to Penelope's work rather than its likeness? For here the day unravels what the night has woven. When we awake each morning, we hold in our hands, usually weakly and loosely, but a few fringes of the tapestry of a lived life, as loomed for us by forgetting. However, with our purposeful activity and, even more, our purposive remembering each day unravels the web and the ornaments of forgetting. ↗

— Walter Benjamin

#memory #life

The first person who is on your mind the moment you open your eyes after a long sleep is the reason either of your happiness or pain. ↗

— Reader's Digest Association

#memories #people #life

I get absolutely shitfaced. I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old. I am having the time of my life. ↗

— Marya Hornbacher

#bipolar-disorder #memoir #mental-illness #life