#memo

We're human. We all occasionally wet ourselves. No one is really better than anyone else. We're just all trying to make it through the year as best we can. We screw up sometimes. We succeed sometimes. We laugh. We cry. We go on. Those are the things we should really share with each other this holiday season, right, if we dare send a letter? We should share the truth. We should share the insanity. ↗

— Wade Rouse

#family

Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros? ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#beric-dondarrion #blood #fire #hole #knight

Yesterday I memorized Shakespeare, and tomorrow I'm also going to memorize his first name. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#memorized #shakespeare #funny

For a moment, or a second, the pinched expressions of the cynical, world-weary, throat-cutting, miserable bastards we've all had to become disappears, when we're confronted with something as simple as a plate of food. ↗

— Anthony Bourdain

#food #humor #memoirs #food

Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food. ↗

— Austin O'Malley

#irrationality #memory #food

I have a lot of bitter memories from Beijing. Hopefully, we can erase those memories and bring the gold back to Japan. ↗

— Kohei Uchimura

#beijing #bitter #bring #erase #gold

Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#forgetting #memory #wonder #food

I remember the day coach decided to bench me. We were walking in a botanical garden.
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— Jarod Kintz

#botanical #coach #garden #memory #player

Simply touching a difficult memory with some slight willingness to heal begins to soften the holding and tension around it. (74) ↗

— Stephen Levine

#grief #healing #healing-the-past #memory #tension

In the darkness of night, Demons strut, taunting, goading. In the light of day, Angels sing glorious songs. In the time in between, We live our lives alone and searching. And sometimes, softly, You understand damnation. All is forgotten, all is lost, All but forgiveness And the memory of her kiss. ↗

— Lisa Mangum

#kiss #life #love #memory #the-sands-of-grief