#memory

Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god. ↗

— Derek Walcott

#been #body #centre #god #join

Meanwhile the fact that the connection with the activity of memory in ordinary life is for the moment lost is of less importance than the reverse, namely, that this connection with the complications and fluctuations of life is necessarily still a too close one. ↗

— Hermann Ebbinghaus

#close #complications #connection #fact #fluctuations

I have an old brain but a terrific memory. ↗

— Al Lewis

#i #memory #old #terrific

A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#beautiful #beautiful thing #desire #memory #miss

Nobody cooks anymore. To me, to watch your parents cook, and to have a house that smells warm and delicious, is a very vital memory that I think kids don't really have anymore. ↗

— Tyler Florence

#cook #cooks #delicious #house #i

Love and memory last and will so endure till the game is called because of darkness. ↗

— Gene Fowler

#called #darkness #endure #game #last

Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, when the defect is in the judgment; and others, by grasping at all, retain nothing. ↗

— Thomas Fuller

#defect #depends #grasping #judgment #many

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#dead #fear #forgetfulness #memory #needles

Over the years Woodstock got glorified and romanticised and became the event that symbolised Utopia. It's the last page of our collective memory of the age of innocence. Then things turned ugly and would never be the same again. ↗

— Ang Lee

#age #became #collective #event #glorified

The book is openly a kind of spiritual autobiography, but the trick is that on any other level it's a kind of insane collage of fragments of memory. ↗

— Jonathan Lethem

#autobiography #book #collage #fragments #insane