#memory

Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with with your self-esteem. They're no good at all. ↗

— Kurt Cobain

#destroy #everything #goes #good #memory

A good storyteller is a person with a good memory and hopes other people haven't. ↗

— Irvin S. Cobb

#good memory #haven #hopes #memory #other

The greatest memory for me of the 1984 Olympics was not the individual honors, but standing on the podium with my teammates to receive our team gold medal. ↗

— Mitch Gaylord

#gold medal #greatest #honors #individual #me

Dissociation is the common response of children to repetitive, overwhelming trauma and holds the untenable knowledge out of awareness. The losses and the emotions engendered by the assaults on soul and body cannot, however be held indefinitely. In the absence of effective restorative experiences, the reactions to trauma will find expression. As the child gets older, he will turn the rage in upon himself or act it out on others, else it all will turn into madness. ↗

— Judith Spencer

#amnesia #dissociation #madness #memory #memory-loss

You don't have to hold onto the pain to hold onto the memory. ↗

— Janet Jackson

#memory #onto #pain #you

Here is your flaw, Shaitan, Lord of the Dark, Lord of Envy, Lord of Nothing, here is why you fail. It was not about me. It’s never been about me.” It was about a woman, torn and beaten down, cast from her throne and made a puppet. A woman who had crawled when she had to. That woman still fought. It was about a man that love repeatedly forsook. A man who found relevance in a world that others would have let pass them by. A man who remembered stories and who took fool boys under his wing when the smarter move would have been to keep on walking. That man still fought. It was about a woman with a secret, a hope for the future. A woman who had hunted the truth before others could. A woman who had given her live, then had it returned. That woman still fought. It was about a man whose family was taken from him, but who stood tall in his sorrow and protected those he could. It was about a woman who refused to believe that she could not help, could not heal those who had been harmed. It was about a hero who insisted with every breath that he was anything but a hero. It was about a woman who would not bend her back while she was beaten, and who shown with a light for all who watched, including Rand. It was about them all. ~Rand al Thor ↗

— Robert Jordan

#brandon-sanderson #dark-ones #rand-al-thor #robert-jordan #wot

I was trying to figure out what a memory feels like. ↗

— Charlie Kaufman

#figure #i #like #memory #out

Memory works according to meaning, and when something is important to you, the Google in your brain brings it forward all of a sudden. ↗

— Stephen Tobolowsky

#brain #brings #forward #google #important

His nerve, his memory, and I can't remember the third thing. ↗

— Lee Trevino

#i #memory #nerve #remember #thing

Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of public or private happiness. A few, the wolves, collected thighs, other men loved the dawn scratching mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers. For me happiness was to share singing, praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes. I ask forgiveness for my bad ways: my life had no use on earth. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#love #memory #pablo-neruda #poetry #forgiveness