#memory

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

I must have good genes from my parents because I feel no slowdown of energy, enthusiasm or even memory. ↗

— Nancy Pelosi

#energy #enthusiasm #even #feel #genes

That as people age, accumulate more and more private experiences, their sense of history tightens, narrows, becomes more personal? So that to the extent that they remember events of social importance, they remember only for example 'where they were' when such-and-such occurred. Et cetera et cetera. Objective events and data become naturally more and more subjectively colored. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#memory #objectivity #age

Not only the Archivist alone but all who work for NARA are designated custodians of America's national memory. ↗

— Allen Weinstein

#america #archivist #custodians #designated #memory

Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey. ↗

— Tad Williams

#find #friends #furnish #go #head

My fat cells have a memory like Einstein! I'm proof that surgery is not a magic potion. There are many ways to sabotage it. ↗

— Carnie Wilson

#einstein #fat #i #like #magic

Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey, Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every way Thoughts and memories never end but life does one day. Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return, But those old days once gone, will never come back again, Rather we can just cherish them in the memories that burn, In the back of our mind and make us remember, How we used to be so crazy, In those old days… ↗

— Mehek Bassi

#breakups #destiny #expectations #fate #forget

Only a sentimental being would care about such everyday things—things used and discarded by the humans of their respective eras without thought, yet kept and preserved by an immortal who never forgot them. An immortal who loved and cared for them, dusting them off for an eternity, keeping their dead spirits as alive as he—stuck in their immortal tomb never to find the rest everything must eventually seek. Time had no meaning in this cavern of infinite age. ↗

— Michelle M. Pillow

#eternity #immortal #keepsakes #life #memory

The best date I’ve ever been on was March 5th, 1982, the year I was born. For as long as I live, I’ll never forget that date.
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— Jarod Kintz

#birth #birthday #born #date #dating

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she’d realized again what she’d learned at five when her mother left – that what made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting the small things first, the smell of the soap her mother had bathed with, the color of the dress she’d worn to church, then after a while the sound of her mother’s voice, the color of her hair. It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree’s heartwood. (51) ↗

— Ron Rash

#endure #forgetting #grief #memory #remembering