#memory

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it. ↗

— Georges Duhamel

#beautiful #full #holes #memory #most

Dipping into the archive is always an interesting, if sometimes unsettling, proposition. It often begins with anxiety, with the fear that the thing you want won't surface. But ultimately the process is a little like tapping into the unconscious, and can bring with it the ambivalent gratification of rediscovering forgotten selves. Rather than making new pictures why can't I just recycle some of these old ones? Claim "found" photographs from among my boxes? And have this gesture signify "resistance to further production/consumption"? (96) ↗

— Moyra Davey

#memory #life

Dissociation, in a general sense, refers to a rigid separation of parts of experiences, including somatic experiences, consciousness, affects, perception, identity, and memory. When there is a structural dissociation, each of the dissociated self-states has at least a rudimentary sense of "I" (Van der Hart et al., 2004). In my view, all of the environmentally based "psychopathology" or problems in living can be seen through this lens. ↗

— Elizabeth F. Howell

#child-abuse #childhood #depression #dissociation #dissociative

I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past recede. My old life still burns within me, but more and more of it is reduced to the ashes of memory. ↗

— Jean-Dominique Bauby

#death

If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. ↗

— A. E. Housman

#bristles #ceases #into #line #memory

There's not a good poet I know who has not at the beck and call of his memory a vast quantity of poetry that composes his mental library. ↗

— Anthony Hecht

#call #composes #good #his #i

Saturday night is when my hair would be fixed up and that was my memory. ↗

— Jenifer Lewis

#hair #memory #night #saturday #saturday night

To be here recovers from a state of soul, from a state of mind. I have the memory of the heart. I know what I received. I must have the will to give back to others. ↗

— Jacky Ickx

#give #heart #here #i #know

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures. ↗

— Ally Condie

#nostalgia #past

Memory is more indelible than ink. ↗

— Anita Loos

#ink #memory #more #than