#memo

لا يمكن للحب أن يكون مبكرًا أبدًا ↗

— Isabel Allende

#memoir #love

As an adult, getting paid thousands of dollars a week to say, “Aye, Sir. Course laid in” is a seriously sweet gig, but when I was a teenager, it sucked. ↗

— Wil Wheaton

#humor #memoir #star-trek #life

She hops expectantly into the sink. I turn on the tap for her; she laps without a glance in my direction, like a duchess so used to being ministered to that she no longer notices the servants and sees only a world where objects dumbly bend to her wishes, doors opening, faucets discharging cool water, delicious things appearing in her dish. ↗

— Peter Trachtenberg

#memoir #love

The kiss stayed there with no place to go, no sensory reserve that could absorb it and file it away as a common act of intimacy, a thousand times received. He knew what Anna was asking: whether you could love someone without habits. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#love #memory #love

Love is motion Potter love is forward movement but you said yourself the memory reel backward it's all backward with you. You are stuck back there because Potter you don't let yourself move forward your eyes get stuck on things and people. ↗

— Kyle Beachy

#love #memory #movement #life

She had always thought the word 'pheromones' made it sound as though molecules were floating in the air, shaped like little fluted horns, ready to attach themselves to the nearest target. Microscopic Edison phonographs flying about, their brassy mouths puckered to sucker onto bare unsuspecting skin. These were what he sent out to her. The pheromones. The eyeless babies of energy. ↗

— Alice Pung

#lust #memoir #love

But you play that passage like it's the -memory- of love. You're so young, yet you know desertion, abandonment. That's why you play that third movement the way you do. Most cellists, they play it with joy. But for you, it's not about joy, it's about the memory of a joyful time that's gone for ever. ↗

— Kazuo Ishiguro

#love #memory #love

I try to walk around without being noticed but I can’t help attracting attention with my pink Mohawk, black clothing and steel toes, and often I’m with Holly and we’re both tall and arrogant. ↗

— Jo Treggiari

#fierce-ink-press #memoir #love

La memoria del corazón elimina los malos recuerdos y magnifica los buenos, y que gracias a ese artilugio logramos sobrellevar el pasado. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#pasado #recuerdos #love

That made her pause, almost made her want to laugh. She pushed her hair from her face. "God, we're fucked up, aren't we?" His tight features loosened a little. "Yeah, I've been trying to get over it most of my life. I guess I'd had myself talked into thinking I had." "Me, too. I'm sorry," she told him, her shoulders relaxing. "I didn't need to get so pissed off." He cracked a grin, "You did, though, didn't you? I kind of liked seeing you like that. All that fire. ↗

— Eve Berlin

#childhood-memories #love