#memory

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. ↗

— Maurice Maeterlinck

#bitterest #called #enough #forth #hours

I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not. ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#forgetting-the-past #inspirational #memory #inspirational

It is also true that memory sometimes comes to him as a voice. It is a voice that speaks inside him, and it is not necessarily his own. It speaks to him in the way a voice might tell stories to a child, and yet at times this voice makes fun of him, or calls him to attention, or curses him in no uncertain terms. At times it willfully distorts the story it is telling him, changing the facts to suit its whims, catering to the interests of drama rather than truth. Then he must speak to it in his own voice and tell it to stop, thus returning it to the silence it came from. At other times it sings to him. At still other times it whispers. And then there are the times it merely hums, or babbles, or cries out in pain. And even when it says nothing, he knows it is still there, and in the silence of this voice that says nothing, he waits for it to speak. ↗

— Paul Auster

#voice #change

Any experience deeply felt makes some men better and some men worse. When it has ended, they share nothing but the recollection of a commitment in which each was tested and to some degree found wanting. [...] The consequences of the journey change the voyager so much more than the embarking or the arrival. ↗

— Murray Kempton

#journey #memory #time-passing #change

Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary. ↗

— Maurice Baring

#greatest #memory #mind #unnecessary #your

I was asked to memorise what I did not understand; and, my memory being so good, it refused to be insulted in that manner. ↗

— Aleister Crowley

#being #did #good #i #insulted

Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children. ↗

— Charles R. Swindoll

#banks #children #day #deposits #each

All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look. ↗

— Wislawa Szymborska

#look #memory #mine #nothing #only

Do your work for six years; but in the seventh, go into solitude or among strangers, so that the memory of your friends does not hinder you from being what you have become. ↗

— Leo Szilard

#become #being #does #friends #go

There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history. ↗

— Penelope Lively

#interest #memory #operation #preoccupation #rather