#memories

Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget. ↗

— Alysha Speer

#life #lonely #love #love-hurts #lover

It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over White Cove; the laughter in the night air; the lavender early morning light on the faces of skyscrapers, which had suddenly become so heroically tall. Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles, among other joys that are in short supply these days. And so I will try to tell you, while I still remember, how it was then, before everything changed-that final season of the era that roared. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#memories #season #summer #change

Analysis helps patients put their unconscious procedural memories and actions into words and into context, so they can better understand them. In the process they plastically retranscribe these procedural memories, so that they become conscious explicit memories, sometimes for the first time, and patients no longer need to "relive" or "reenact" them, especially if they were traumatic. (229-230) ↗

— Norman Doidge

#brain-plasticity #healing-the-past #memories #change

How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just - change. With nothing causing it. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#memories #nostalgia #change

Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even when you don't believe it. Seek out the memories depression takes away and project them into the future. Be brave; be strong; take your pills. Exercise because it's good for you even if every step weighs a thousand pounds. Eat when food itself disgusts you. Reason with yourself when you have lost your reason. ↗

— Andrew Solomon

#bravery #courage #depression #eating #exercise

Dates are convenient hooks on which we can hang our memories of events. But history is all about people - people like you and me who did things to change the world. ↗

— Joan Lowery Nixon

#events #history #memories #people #change

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