#memo

Television, despite its enormous presence, turns out to have added pitifully few lines to the communal memory. ↗

— Justin Kaplan

#communal #despite #enormous #few #lines

A life-long blessing for children is to fill them with warm memories of times together. Happy memories become treasures in the heart to pull out on the tough days of adulthood. ↗

— Charlotte Davis Kasl

#become #blessing #children #days #fill

Those who are close to us, when they die, divide our world. There is the world of the living, which we finally, in one way or another, succumb to, and then there is the domain of the dead that, like an imaginary friend (or foe) or a secret concubine, constantly beckons, reminding us of our loss. What is memory but a ghost that lurks at the corners of the mind, interrupting our normal course of life, disrupting our sleep in order to remind us of some acute pain or pleasure, something silenced or ignored? We miss not only their presence, or how they felt about us, but ultimately how they allowed us to feel about ourselves or them. (prologue) ↗

— Azar Nafisi

#father-daughter-relationship #iran #iranian-revolution #memoir #mother-daughter-relationship

But I believe above all that I wanted to build the palace of my memory, because my memory is my only homeland. ↗

— Anselm Kiefer

#because #believe #build #homeland #i

I have such happy memories of performing in a choir and I don't think I'd have got where I am today without all that experience. So my advice to young singers is to either join your school or church's choir or find one in your local area. Choral music at any level teaches you so much about musicianship and blending your voice. ↗

— Katherine Jenkins

#advice #am #any #area #blending

Growing up with my family gave me some of my best memories. I'd like to have a family of my own - slip away for a bit and do nothing but spend those early years with my children. ↗

— Katherine Jenkins

#best #bit #children #early #family

Here is your flaw, Shaitan, Lord of the Dark, Lord of Envy, Lord of Nothing, here is why you fail. It was not about me. It’s never been about me.” It was about a woman, torn and beaten down, cast from her throne and made a puppet. A woman who had crawled when she had to. That woman still fought. It was about a man that love repeatedly forsook. A man who found relevance in a world that others would have let pass them by. A man who remembered stories and who took fool boys under his wing when the smarter move would have been to keep on walking. That man still fought. It was about a woman with a secret, a hope for the future. A woman who had hunted the truth before others could. A woman who had given her live, then had it returned. That woman still fought. It was about a man whose family was taken from him, but who stood tall in his sorrow and protected those he could. It was about a woman who refused to believe that she could not help, could not heal those who had been harmed. It was about a hero who insisted with every breath that he was anything but a hero. It was about a woman who would not bend her back while she was beaten, and who shown with a light for all who watched, including Rand. It was about them all. ~Rand al Thor ↗

— Robert Jordan

#brandon-sanderson #dark-ones #rand-al-thor #robert-jordan #wot

I think you just assume that your memory is just sort of a video playback of your experience, but it's nothing like that at all. It's a complete refabrication of an event and a lot of it is made up, because you're filling in spaces. ↗

— Charlie Kaufman

#because #complete #event #experience #filling

If you want to test your memory, try to recall what you were worrying about one year ago today. ↗

— E. Joseph Cossman

#ago #memory #recall #test #today

I was trying to figure out what a memory feels like. ↗

— Charlie Kaufman

#figure #i #like #memory #out