#memories

That’s how Ptolemy imagined the disposition of his memories, his thoughts: they were still his, still in the range of his thinking, but they were, many and most of them, locked on the other side a closed door that he’s lost the key for. So his memory became like secrets held away from his own mind. But these secrets were noisy things; they babbled and muttered behind the door, and so if he listened closely he might catch a snatch of something he once knew well. ↗

— Walter Mosley

#life #memories #thoughts #imagination

The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#inspirational #joy #memories #memory #pain

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#good #life #memories #life

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#memories #poetry #sadness #life

I know in my life there have been breaches, but I also know that I am very good at blocking out the memories that serve me no purpose. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#life

Who are we without our memories? ↗

— Marta Acosta

#la-vie #life #memories #truth #life

My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important. ↗

— Mary E. Pearson

#life

Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs, shaving in front of the same small bathroom mirror, constantly jogging, jostling, bumping against each other’s bodies by mistake or on purpose, sensually, aggressively, awkwardly, impatiently, in rage or in love – think what deep though invisible tracks they must leave, everywhere, behind them! ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#memories #love

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

You realize that you habitually thought of Mom when something in your life was not going well, because when you thought of her it was as though something got back on track, and you felt re-energized. ↗

— Kyung-Sook Shin

#mother #mother-s-love #life