#memories

Ponder well on this point: the pleasant hours of our life are all connected by a more or less tangible link, with some memory of the table. ↗

— Charles Pierre Monselet (

#french-author #life #memories #pleasant #table

[M]ost people go through life a wee bit disappointed in themselves. I think we all keep a memory of a moment when we missed someone or something, when we could have gone down another path, a happier or better or just a different path. Just because they're in the past doesn't mean you can't treasure the possibilities ... maybe we put down a marker for another time. And now's the time. Now we can do whatever we want to do. ↗

— James Robertson

#contentment #delayed-opportunities #disappointment #fulfillment #life

And I never started to plow in my life That some one did not stop in the road And take me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle— And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, And not a single regret. ↗

— Edgar Lee Masters

#fiddler #jones #laugh #memories #regret

There were thieves and hypocrites among us, to be sure, and true saints sprinkled here and there, but most were simply good, honest people who worshiped their Creator the best they knew how. We were a family. ↗

— Donna Chapman Gilbert

#memories #religion #worship #family

But it's funny how the memory works and how sometimes we just belive whatever we want. ↗

— Chris Bohjalian

#reality #funny

There would remain no sign of you ever having played in this house. Your childhood is going to be swept under a camel-skin rug and elevators are going to be built over the lake we once swam in. This address, as we know it, would be lost forever and we’ll wake up in a box-sized room: cramped, trampled and sensationally unhappy.' ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#dislocation #home #rootsbelonging #urbanisation #home

He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale. ↗

— Cheryl Strayed

#love #memories #romance #love

and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons. ↗

— Steven Herrick

#memories #love

What is damage but forcing yourself, memories of yourself, onto someone else? Coloring someone else’s body. In reality, it’s sort of romantic. It’s why we love to hurt each other. ↗

— E.J. Koh

#fantasy #fiction #love #memories #scifi

When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you. ↗

— Ray Loriga

#memories #death