#memories

It never leaves, not with someone we love. Their presence burns too vivid in our memories. Happen that is as it should be, for otherwise we would too easy forget. ↗

— Helen Hollick

#memories #love

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-lost #memories #pain #love

What a host of little incidents, all deep-buried in the past -- problems that had once been urgent, arguments that had once been keen, anecdotes that were funny only because one remembered the fun. Did any emotion really matter when the last trace of it had vanished from human memory; and if that were so, what a crowd of emotions clung to him as to their last home before annihilation? He must be kind to them, must treasure them in his mind before their long sleep. ↗

— James Hilton

#funny

Anyone who has no need of anybody but himself is either a beast or a God." Aristotle ↗

— Bruce Wayne Sullivan

#animals #childhood-memories #dogs #good-book #life-struggles

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

Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#love #memories #death

Psychoanalysis is often about turning our ghosts into ancestors, even for patients who have not lost loved ones to death. We are often haunted by important relationships from the past that influence us unconsciously in the present. As we work them through, they go from haunting us to becoming simply part of our history. (243) ↗

— Norman Doidge

#death #ghosts #grief #healing-the-past #loss

But the memories that hang heaviest are the easiest to recall. They hold in their creases the ability to change one's life, organically, forever. Even when you shake them out, they've left permanent wrinkles in the fabric of your soul. ↗

— Julie Gregory

#pain #painful-childhood #painful-memories #change

That made her pause, almost made her want to laugh. She pushed her hair from her face. "God, we're fucked up, aren't we?" His tight features loosened a little. "Yeah, I've been trying to get over it most of my life. I guess I'd had myself talked into thinking I had." "Me, too. I'm sorry," she told him, her shoulders relaxing. "I didn't need to get so pissed off." He cracked a grin, "You did, though, didn't you? I kind of liked seeing you like that. All that fire. ↗

— Eve Berlin

#childhood-memories #love

...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?... ↗

— John Geddes

#hair-color #love #memories #love