#memory

We must keep in mind that only a part of memory can be translated into the language-based packets of information people use to tell their life stories to others. Learning to be open to many layers of communication is a fundamental part of getting to know another person's life. ↗

— Daniel J. Siegel

#language #memory #neuropsychology #communication

the inlet our friend looks as he did when we first knew him, and until I wake I believe I will die of grief, for I know that this boy grew into a man who was a faithful friend who died. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#memory #poetry #faith

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#freedom #memory #freedom

What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life--to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting? ↗

— George Eliot

#death #fellowship #love #marriage #memory

Monotony collapses time; novelty unfolds it. You can exercise daily and eat healthily and live a long life, while experiencing a short one. If you spend your life sitting in a cubicle and passing papers, one day is bound to blend unmemorably into the next - and disappear. That's why it's so important to change routines regularly, and take vacations to exotic locales, and have as many new experiences as possible that can serve to anchor our memories. Creating new memories stretches out psychological time, and lengthens our perception of our lives. ↗

— Joshua Foer

#psychology #science #art

Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home. ↗

— Harley King

#home #hope #memory #home

My survival was up to me. I had nothing and I had no one. What I did have, I told myself, was my mind, my imagination, my memory, my feelings, my spirit. These were important and powerful things. ↗

— John Marsden

#imagination #memory #mind #power #spirit

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

No, no, one can imagine nothing in the world, not the least thing. Everything is composed of so many isolated details that are not to be foreseen. In one's imagining one passes over them and hasty as one is doesn't notice that they are missing. But realities are slow and indescribably detailed. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#imagination