#memories

Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#memories-of-my-melancholy-whores #love

And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends up in spite of our desperate determination never to forget. ↗

— Colleen McCullough

#loss #love #memories #love

Nebylo tu nic pořádného k snědku, bylo to jenom velké akvárium, jehož stěny tvořily místo skleněných tabulí ze dvou stran břehy, dole písek, a nahoře nebe. A kolem dokola kvetly pomněnky a říkali vzpomínej. ↗

— Ota Pavel

#fish #food #memories #food

Her father’s shadow looked sadly down at her. “You can never forget what you do in a war, September my love. No one can. You won’t forget your war either. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#war #love

He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond! ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#love #memories #love

في المرَّةِ الأولى عندما متنا لَمْ نَجِد سريراً يُلائم أجسادنا المُكتظَّة بأشياءٍ جميلة وبقينا بلا نومٍ لأيامٍ نُخفِّف حمولة داخلنا من رداءةِ ما عَلِق... طائرات ورقية رسمناها في صيف 2008 بوسترات أفلام رخيصة كانت نتيجة خوفنا من أن نفشل في الإنجاب قمصان زاهية نرتديها حينما تقهرنا الرغبة، نرتديها بدافع الضحك والملل والعادة؛ رسائل بريدية تحمل أُغنية، أخبار قديمة، قصائد نُمرِّرها عبر أيقونة سريعة، محادثة مرئية تُعيد لنا ملامحنا القديمة حزن بنفسجيّ كأخرِ وردة بيننا ذبحة صدريّة انغمست في أصابعنا فتوقّفنا عن الكتابة ؛ المرّة الأولى كانت كافيةً جداً لإعادةِ الاختيار وأنْ ننام ونوافذنا مفتوحة ليجِد الحبَّ مُتَّسعاً. ↗

— Nour Albawardi

#memories #love

We've left the moment. It's gone. We're somewhere else now, and that's okay. We've still go that other moment with us somewhere, deep in our memory, seeping into our DNA. And when our cells get scattered, whenever that happens, this moment will still exist in them. Those cells might be the building block of something new. A planet or a star or a sunflower, a baby. Maybe even a cockroach. Who knows? Whatever it is, it'll be a part of us, this thing right here and now, and we'll be a part of it. And if it's a cockroach? Well, that will be the happiest ****ing cockroach on the planet. I can tell you that. ↗

— Libba Bray

#happiness #memories #puzzles #afterlife

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

— Chris Bohjalian

#reality #funny

Spending moments with another in earnest presence is one of the simple ways we can show unconditional love. It is the memories created from these impressions that survive after all else passes. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#hospice #love #memories #simple-love #spirituality

Bricks without straw are more easily made than imagination without memories. ↗

— Lord Dunsany

#imagination #memories #writing #imagination