#memo

Music is the one art we all have inside. We may not be able to play an instrument, but we can sing along or clap or tap our feet. Have you ever seen a baby bouncing up and down in the crib in time to some music When you think of it, some of that baby's first messages from his or her parents may have been lullabies, or at least the music of their speaking voices. All of us have had the experience of hearing a tune from childhood and having that melody evoke a memory or a feeling. The music we hear early on tends to stay with us all our lives. ↗

— Fred Rogers

#childhood-memories #music #art

I can imagine in years to come that my papers and memorabilia, my journals and letters, will find themselves always in the company of people who care about many of the things I do. ↗

— Alice Walker

#always #care #come #company #find

For pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion. ↗

— George Eliot

#life

The greatest challenge of my life has been to see and accept the actual truth without great pain and struggle against it. ↗

— M.C. Halliday

#historical #memoir #life

Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory. ↗

— Dr. Seuss

#memories #memory #life

I am remembering it now. ↗

— Liz Rosenberg

#memory #love

He felt like home. ↗

— JoAnne Kenrick

#joanne-kenrick #magic #memories #monterey #mullo

I'll never forget anything about Middle Earth. That's part of my memory now so I won't miss anything. ↗

— David Wenham

#anything #earth #forget #i #memory

Forgetting who you are is so much more complicated than simply forgetting your name. It's also forgetting your dreams. Your aspirations. What makes you happy. What you pray you'll never have to live without. It's meeting yourself for the first time, and not being sure of your first impression. ↗

— Jessica Brody

#dreams #first-impressions #forgetting #memory-loss #sadness

As she stooped over him, her tears fell upon his forehead. The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known; as a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a flower, or even the mention of a familiar word, will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in this life; which vanish like a breath; and which some brief memory of a happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened, for no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall them. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#memory #tenderness #dreams