#memories

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#love #memories #poetry #love

Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#memories #love

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days… ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#children #coming-of-age #cute #dreamer #dreams

So often we rob tomorrow's memories by today's economies. ↗

— John Mason Brown

#memories #often #rob #today #tomorrow

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over. ↗

— Jeff Buckley

#hard #her #memories #over #signs

Our enemies are our evil deeds and their memories, our pride, our selfishness, our malice, our passions, which by conscience or by habit pursue us with a relentlessness past the power of figure to express. ↗

— George A. Smith

#deeds #evil #express #figure #habit

A boy from Brooklyn used to cruise on summer nights. As soon as he’d hit sixty he’d hold his hand out the window, cupping it around the wind. He’d been assured this is exactly how a woman’s breast feels when you put your hand around it and apply a little pressure. Now he knew, and he loved it. Night after night, again and again, until the weather grew cold and he had to roll the window up. For many years afterwards he was perpetually attempting to soar. One winter’s night, holding his wife’s breast in his hand, he closed his eyes and wanted to weep. He loved her, but it was the wind he imagined now. As he grew older, he loved the word etcetera and refused to abbreviate it. He loved sweet white butter. He often pretended to be playing the organ. On one of his last mornings, he noticed the shape of his face molded in the pillow. He shook it out, but the next morning it reappeared. ↗

— Mary Ruefle

#life #love #memories #age

I have such bad memories, sitting in the back of a classroom, being told, you know, everybody is going to read a paragraph, and skipping ahead to my paragraph and being mortified and trying to read it enough times so that I wouldn't stutter and stammer, getting called on, even in high school. ↗

— Vince Flynn

#back #bad #being #called #classroom

Before I proposed to my now-wife, I was understandably nervous. My father suggested that I take stock of all of my experiences and relationships with women, from my earliest memories to present day, and see if I had learned anything that might inform my decision. ↗

— Justin Halpern

#before #day #decision #earliest #earliest memories

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#capture #fashion-designer #forever #gone #impossible