#memory

I remember the day coach decided to bench me. We were walking in a botanical garden.
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— Jarod Kintz

#botanical #coach #garden #memory #player

Simply touching a difficult memory with some slight willingness to heal begins to soften the holding and tension around it. (74) ↗

— Stephen Levine

#grief #healing #healing-the-past #memory #tension

In the darkness of night, Demons strut, taunting, goading. In the light of day, Angels sing glorious songs. In the time in between, We live our lives alone and searching. And sometimes, softly, You understand damnation. All is forgotten, all is lost, All but forgiveness And the memory of her kiss. ↗

— Lisa Mangum

#kiss #life #love #memory #the-sands-of-grief

If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase--not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been--what would you take? The last photograph you had of your mother? A birthday gift from your best friend--a bookmark embroidered by her? A ticket stub from the traveling circus that had come through town two years ago, where you and your father held your breath as jeweled ladies flew through the air, and a brave man stuck his head in the mouth of a lion? Would you take them to make wherever you were going feel like home, or because you needed to remember where you had come from? ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#home

Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense. ↗

— Siri Hustvedt

#language #memory #words #imagination

Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last for ever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are hard to understand. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#memory #time #imagination

I don't write about what I know: I write in order to find out what I know. ↗

— Patricia Hampl

#knowledge #memory #writing #imagination

Imagine a society entirely absorbed in its own historicity. It would be incapable of producing historians. Living entirely under the sign of the future, it would satisfy itself with automatic self-recording processes and auto-inventory machines, postponing indefinitely the task of understanding itself ↗

— Pierre Nora

#memory #prophecy #social-networks #imagination

Memory is like a curse. We fall into eternity, and memory is a weight that keeps pulling us to where we can never go back to. ↗

— José Luís Peixoto

#memory #inspirational

The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#inspirational #joy #memories #memory #pain