#memory

I wish I could leave you certain of the images in my mind, because they are so beautiful that I hate to think they will be extinguished when I am. Well, but again, this life has its own mortal loveliness. And memory is not strictly mortal in its nature, either. It is a strange thing, after all, to be able to return to a moment, when it can hardly be said to have any reality at all, even in its passing. A moment is such a slight thing. I mean, that its abiding is a most gracious reprieve. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#mortality #past #beauty

An education isn't how much you have committed to memory, or even how much you know. It's being able to differentiate between what you know and what you don't. ↗

— Anatole France

#able #being #between #committed #differentiate

Dissociation, in a general sense, refers to a rigid separation of parts of experiences, including somatic experiences, consciousness, affects, perception, identity, and memory. When there is a structural dissociation, each of the dissociated self-states has at least a rudimentary sense of "I" (Van der Hart et al., 2004). In my view, all of the environmentally based "psychopathology" or problems in living can be seen through this lens. ↗

— Elizabeth F. Howell

#child-abuse #childhood #depression #dissociation #dissociative

As people get older and fall out of the spotlight, people's memory of them changes. ↗

— Seth Green

#fall #get #memory #older #out

So these things happen, deep in our lives. We do not speak of them. We hide them even from ourselves, but they do not leave us. ↗

— David Malouf

#inspirational #life #memory #death

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

Your body has such a memory. ↗

— Kristanna Loken

#memory #such #your #your body

Memory is more indelible than ink. ↗

— Anita Loos

#ink #memory #more #than

He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He'd put it in almost fifty years before and hadn't had cause to remove it. But for the life of him he couldn't find it. ↗

— Colin Cotterill

#getting-older #humor #memory #age