#memories

Our lives are the sum of our memories. How much are we willing to lose from our already short lives by … not paying attention? ↗

— Joshua Foer

#lose #memories #pay-attention #art

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories. ↗

— Jack London

#gone #memories #nothing #remains #san

I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now. ↗

— Sophia Loren

#even #everything #helps #hide #i

In the life of a singer, it's not all triumphs and happy memories; there are days you have to go out there when it's the last thing you feel like doing. ↗

— Mireille Mathieu

#doing #feel #go #happy #last

Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic. As one tends the graves of the dead, so I tend the books. And every day I open a volume or two, read a few lines or pages, allow the voices of the forgotten dead to resonate inside my head. ↗

— Diane Setterfield

#memories #old-age #reading #age

My memories are of my dad taking me to football on Saturday mornings, and my mum taking me swimming. Those are the things I remember from my childhood, not sitting around the table debating capitalism and the profit squeeze. ↗

— David Miliband

#capitalism #childhood #dad #debating #football

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. ↗

— L.P. Hartley

#past #reality #reality

The money is in a different league these days, of course, but I have special memories of the 60s and 70s which players today don't have. There wasn't the same celebrity attitude and media exposure. We had a bit more freedom. ↗

— Peter Shilton

#bit #celebrity #course #days #different

He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window, thinking of the past and dreaming of the future. Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white in the moonshine; the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope. Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#dreamy #loss #memories #touching #tranquility

When my husband died, people kept telling me not to cry. People kept trying to help me to forget. But I didn't want to forget... So I realize, that if it's hard for me, how much harder it must be for you. ↗

— Katherine Paterson

#inspirational-life #memories #remembering #death