#memory

Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#music #music

...I still cannot tap on your walls and discover by the hollow or firm sounds which of your walls are merely decorative, and which ones hold everything up. ↗

— Philip J. Hilts

#memory #personality #understanding-others #nature

She could sense it very clearly: for me, no less than for her, the past counted far more than the present, remembering something far more than possessing it. Compared to memory, every possession can only ever seem disappointing, banal, inadequate ... She understood me so well! My anxiety that the present 'immediately' turned into the past so that I could love it and dream about it at leisure was just like hers, was identical. It was 'our' vice, this: to go forwards with our heads forever turned back. ↗

— Giorgio Bassani

#nostalgia #dreams

The one charm of the past is that it is the past. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#past

Memory is the happiness of being alone. ↗

— Lois Lowry

#memory #alone

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#criticism #memory #verbal-abuse #words #ignorance

Memory is a part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our hearts pumping. It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits to work to: it keeps us who we are.~Candle ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#present

Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading. ↗

— Kazuo Ishiguro

#values

The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. ↗

— Tennessee Williams

#values

Memory is the great deceiver. Perhaps there are some individuals whose memories act like tape recordings, daily records of their lives complete in every detail, but I am not one of them. My memory is a patchwork of occurrences, of discontinuous events roughly sewn together: The parts I remember, I remember precisely, whilst other sections seemed to have vanished completely. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#individuality