#memories

It is as if people refused to leave their dead alone, forced them back into the light, made them keep their composure even in death. ↗

— Bernhard Schlink

#memories #death

The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day. ↗

— Frank Beddor

#daughter #death #father #loss #memories

My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams. ↗

— Stephen King

#memories #sad #dreams

Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#memories #experience

Perhaps the rest of the world was gone. It was the most plausible answer. Heaven knows she couldn’t see or think of anyone else. That must be the answer, they were the only two people left, as the Earth spun into a timeless abyss. Claire once read time doesn’t pass at normal speeds within a black hole. If one were to travel into a black hole for only moments and return again, centuries would have passed. That explained the sensation she felt, once again peering into his dark gaze. She wouldn’t look away; she’d trained herself better than that. Then again, she reasoned, it wasn’t an option. She couldn’t divert her gaze if she wanted. The hold upon her stare was stronger than any ropes or chains made by man. Claire knew from experience, submitting to the hold was her best chance at survival. Fighting was a futile waste of energy. ↗

— Aleatha Romig

#memories #power-of-thoughts #romig #truth #experience

And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future. ↗

— Lois Lowry

#wisdom #experience

Sometimes those experiences crowd back upon the memory, and the past flashes back like a distant peak momentarily lighted up by sunbeam piercing through the clouds. Then oblivion again. Strange it is how the prosaic present may hide the exciting past. ↗

— Whipplesnaith

#remember #experience

I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a certain evening sky, Marie's dresses and the way she laughed. ↗

— Albert Camus

#memories #life

Saffy could tell by the feel of the darkness that Caddy was awake. She said, "Caddy, how far back can you remember?" "Oh," said Caddy, "ages. I can remember when I could only lie flat. On my back. I can remember how pleased I was when I learned to roll over. ↗

— Hilary McKay

#night #sisters #age

And the pomegranates,/ like memories, are bittersweet/ as we huddle together,/ remembering just how good/ life used to be ↗

— Guadalupe Garcia McCall

#family #memories #sorrow #under-the-mesquite #family