#memory

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life? ↗

— John Green

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Try to capture what you can't bear to be without ↗

— Rosie Thomas

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I make a rule never to remember anything before last week. It makes life more interesting ↗

— Jude Morgan

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I begin to realize that my memory is a great catacomb, and that below my actual standing-ground there is layer after layer of historical ashes. Is the life of mind something like that of great trees of immemorial growth? Is the living layer of consciousness super-imposed upon hundreds of dead layers? Dead? No doubt this is too much to say, but still, when memory is slack the past becomes almost as though it had never been. To remember that we did know once is not a sign of possession but a sign of loss; it is like the number of an engraving which is no longer on its nail, the title of a volume no longer to be found on its shelf. My mind is the empty frame of a thousand vanished images. ↗

— Henri-Frédéric Amiel

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Memories stay with you all the time no matter how it end it will be with for the rest of your life ↗

— Donnajo Calhoun

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A life without memory is no life at all ↗

— Luis Buñuel

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The unreality of the past weeks lifted like a fog, but its residue remained. All of the past is like that, but most especially the parts that are out of the ordinary. ↗

— Madeline Claire Franklin

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In memory, she lived and moved and laughed, but all that a photograph could offer was one frozen moment of a life. ↗

— Dean Koontz

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Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road. ↗

— Susan Lendroth

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I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

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