#memories

I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much. ↗

— Ida Løkås

#eyes #fathers #loss #love #memories

The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me ↗

— Jeremy Aldana

#drug-addiction #honesty #longing #love #loving

Toy is talking and this is why I love her. She can go on about herself ceaselessly and like the scratching of a branch against the window at night, the steady insistence of it is comforting. She has stories without beginnings, stories that trail off, stories that crisscross and contradict and dead end. Toy is the star of her stories. Events orbit her like a constellation. ↗

— Erica Lorraine Scheidt

#stories #storytelling #love

I want to fill my mind with life-enhancing, positive, beautiful memories. The dark experiences can remain buried without a funeral. ↗

— Alexandra Stoddard

#beauty

He will miss this quiet full of noise: the nighthawks, the way the woods breathe, the things moving unsuspected through the dark. But he will take with him the canisters full of blasted images and have the pleasure of living them again. They are not nothing, the memories. ↗

— Lauren Groff

#nature #photographs #nature

„Tik išgėręs žmogus su malonumu gali prisiminti ką nors nemalonaus iš savo gyvenimo. ↗

— Sigitas Parulskis

#life #memories-truth #past #life

In the West we cling to the past like limpets. In Haiti the present is the axis of all life. As in Africa, past and future are but distant measures of the present, and memories are as meaningless as promises. ↗

— Wade Davis

#memories #past #present #promises #west