#memory

I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#pain #life

The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama. ↗

— George Eliot

#mood #temper #life

I wonder sometimes what the memory of God looks like. Is it a palace of infinite rooms, a chest of many jeweled objects, a long, lonely landscape where each tree recalls an eon, each pebble the life of a man? Where do I live, in the memory of God? ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#memory #ponderings #life

one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#childhood-memory #happiness #loss #love #memory

It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#hungry #kiss #love #memory #someone

You can never replace someone you love like that. Eventually the memories won’t be so hard on you. With time, the memories will make you smile and you will be grateful for having them. ↗

— N.M. Facile

#memory #love

Saat pasir tempatmu berpijak pergi ditelan ombak, akulah lautan yang memeluk pantaimu erat. ↗

— Dee

#memory-soul #love

Only one who loves can remember so well. ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#memory #love

The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me ↗

— Jeremy Aldana

#drug-addiction #honesty #longing #love #loving

I know for a fact that no matter where I go, the memory and the suffering of not being with you will cripple me. I will go to work, fire up my PC, only to check if you're online. I will hover the pointer to your name, it will pop your contact details--just the contact details, no photo, no one-liners, no sign of what we used to have--but I shall linger and stare at it for hours. I will attempt to start a chat, but will close it without even a word to type. I will try to divert my thoughts back to work. But will fail. I will always go back to you. One hour to another, it's 5 PM. I pack my things, unproductive for the day and smile. I'm doing that again tomorrow and the next. ↗

— CSTPimentel

#bothered #chat #computer #hopeful #love