#memories

The man went to the controls, looking up at me, flaring his nostrils to my actions. His voice was like a voice under water. “We’ll see what becomes of your rebellious nature when you lose your memories, Rei Lin.” He punched a few buttons and turned the knob on the wall to the right. ↗

— Millicent Ashby

#saain #nature

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar... ↗

— William Faulkner

#nostalgia #nostalgia

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#also #beacon #fond #fond memories #future

If you'd rather live surrounded by pristine objects than by the traces of happy memories, stay focused on tangible things. Otherwise, stop fixating on stuff you can touch and start caring about stuff that touches you. ↗

— Martha Beck

#caring #focused #happy #live #memories

So much of our early gladness vanishes utterly from our memory: we can never recall the joy with which we laid our heads on our mother's bosom or rode on our father's back in childhood. Doubtless that joy is wrought up into our nature, as the sunlight of long-past mornings is wrought up in the soft mellowness of the apricot, but it is gone for ever from our imagination, and we can only BELIEVE in the joy of childhood. ↗

— George Eliot

#imagination

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they've died. They're like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs. Only instead of being made of stone, they're made out of the memories people have of you. ↗

— R.J. Palacio

#honor #inspiration #memories #inspirational

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty. ↗

— Herbert Gold

#boils #brought #careers #demands #edge

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over. ↗

— Jeff Buckley

#hard #her #memories #over #signs

Gdje su zlatne ptice ljudskih snova, preko kojih se to bezbrojnih mora i vrletnih planina do njih dolazi? Da li nam se ta duboka čežnja djetinje nerazumnosti posigurno javlja samo kao tužni znak izvezen na mahramama i na safijanskim koricama nepotrebnih knjiga? ↗

— Meša Selimović

#dreams #losing-dreams #sorrow #death

Oh yes, as a matter of fact it is quite interesting that exercises can be conducted which demonstrate conclusively that there are memories which exist prior to this life. ↗

— L. Ron Hubbard

#conducted #demonstrate #exercises #exist #fact