#memory

We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely. ↗

— Frank McCourt

#christmas #completely #fails #had #kind

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

— Jenifer Lewis

#hair #memory #night #saturday #saturday night

All the products of one period have something in common; the artists who illustrate the poetry of their generation are the same artists who are employed by the big financial houses. And nothing reminds me so much of the monthly parts of Notre-Dame de Paris, and of various books by Gérard de Nerval, that used to hang outside the grocer's door at Combray, than does, in its rectangular and flowery border, supported by recumbent river-gods, a 'personal share' in the Water Company. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#commerce #memory #art

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections. ↗

— James Martineau

#affections #grief #memory #only #widowed

We were still young enough to remember the cubist architecture of the piles of corpses we had seen during the war. ↗

— George Konrád

#trauma #war #architecture

Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#hope #literature #memory #poetry #art

The moral backbone of literature is about that whole question of memory. To my mind it seems clear that those who have no memory have the much greater chance to lead happy lives. ↗

— W. G. Sebald

#backbone #chance #clear #greater #happy

Did you just use juxtaposition in a sentence?" "Yes, Sage" he said patiently. "We use it all the time with art, ... That, and I know how to use a dictionary ↗

— Richelle Mead

#artist #cute #cute-memory #sydney-sage #art

Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts. ↗

— Max Muller

#breathe #dash #deep #follows #forgotten

I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name. ↗

— Adela Florence Nicolson

#blow #breezes #came #cool #go