#memories

In a person's lifetime there may be not more than half a dozen occasions that he can look back to in the certain knowledge that right then, at that moment, there was room for nothing but happiness in his heart. ↗

— Ernestine Gilbreth Carey

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There is so little to remember of anyone - an anecdote, a conversation at a table. But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming habitual fondness not having meant to keep us waiting long. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#dreams

Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke. ↗

— Julian Barnes

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My memories are like a shuffled deck of cards, each one coming up at random. ↗

— Brian James

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Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future... ↗

— Neil Gaiman

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Some memories are presents that I'm unable to unwrap over and over. ↗

— Brian James

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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

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Souls and memories can do strange things during trance. ↗

— Bram Stoker

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Rich dreams now which he was loathe to wake from. Things no longer known in the world. The cold drove him forth to mend the fire. Memory of her crossing the lawn toward the house in the early morning in a thin rose gown that clung to her breasts. He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

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It was like trying to recall a forgotten dream—each time I felt close to remembering where we’d met, the memories slipped away. ↗

— Michelle Madow

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