#memo

The event happened on my birthday. I don’t remember the date, I only know it was my birthday because there was no cake or presents.
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— Jarod Kintz

#cake #event #forget #memory #presents

Dates are hard to remember because they consist of figures; figures are monotonously unstriking in appearance, and they don't take hold, they form no pictures, and so they give the eye no chance to help. Pictures are the thing. Pictures can make dates stick. ↗

— Mark Twain

#dating

Dates are convenient hooks on which we can hang our memories of events. But history is all about people - people like you and me who did things to change the world. ↗

— Joan Lowery Nixon

#events #history #memories #people #change

He noticed that she threw away the crumbled bus ticket on the street as soon as she got down. He picked it up and put it in his pocket along with his own a memorabilia of their first date together, just like a strand of her hair he would find later on his shirt and the broken pen cap that she would go on to search in the laboratory and so many other such small things which he would collect. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#memories #past #dating

Memoria - fie memoria individuală, fie memoria colectivă care este cultura - are o dublă funcție. Una, într-adevăr, e să conserve anumite date, cealaltă să cufunde în uitare informațiile ce nu ne folosesc și care ne-ar putea încărca inutil mințile. ↗

— Jean-Claude Carrière

#memory #mind #dating

Lesson learned: Don’t ever put a guy up on a pedestal. It’s too easy for him to tip over and fall off. ↗

— Kate Madison

#guys #memoir #pedestal #dating

Lesson learned: If a guy tells you you’re his second choice, don’t make him your first. ↗

— Kate Madison

#dating #lesson-learned #memoir #dating

There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time. ↗

— David Eagleman

#existentialism #human-condition #life #memory #death

She had lost all our memories for ever, and it was as though by dying she had robbed me of part of myself. I was losing my individuality. It was the first stage of my own death, the memories dropping off like gangrened limbs. ↗

— Graham Greene

#memory #death

A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we're married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that's why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he's dead. ↗

— Andrew Sean Greer

#existentialism #imagination #knowing-someone #knowledge #love