#memories

I like books that aren't just lovely but that have memories in themselves. Just like playing a song, picking up a book again that has memories can take you back to another place or another time. ↗

— Emma Watson

#another #another time #back #book #books

I want to fill my mind with life-enhancing, positive, beautiful memories. The dark experiences can remain buried without a funeral. ↗

— Alexandra Stoddard

#beauty

He will miss this quiet full of noise: the nighthawks, the way the woods breathe, the things moving unsuspected through the dark. But he will take with him the canisters full of blasted images and have the pleasure of living them again. They are not nothing, the memories. ↗

— Lauren Groff

#nature #photographs #nature

Those who live in memories are never really dead." The House At Riverton ↗

— Kate Morton

#memoir #memories #death

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#death

...what happens when you return and find nothing but a hollowed shell, shingles and floor, walls and echoes and the light that lead you here has now burned out and the ones who built it have traveled afar and you cant go to them, no matter what shoes you wear. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#dorothy #grief #grieving #heart #heartache

And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the sky was slowly taken away from her. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#memories #death

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#heartache #memories #death

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