#memory

What was the freedom to which the adult human being rose in the morning, if each act was held back or inspired by the overpowering ghost of a little child? ↗

— Delmore Schwartz

#constraints #freedom #memory #dreams

My work has typically been about finding a means to express memory and commemoration for loss and grief. ↗

— John Regan

#been #express #finding #grief #loss

In order to be an image of God, the spirit must turn to what is eternal, hold it in spirit, keep it in memory, and by loving it, embrace it in the will. ↗

— Edith Stein

#eternal #god #hold #image #keep

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life. ↗

— Edwin Markham

#committed #golden #golden rule #let us #life

The memory is like a cat scratching my heart. ↗

— Marina Oswald

#heart #like #memory #scratching

I was myself brought up with my brother, whose name was Matthias, for he was my own brother, by both father and mother; and I made mighty proficiency in the improvements of my learning, and appeared to have both a great memory and understanding. ↗

— Flavius Josephus

#both #brother #brought #father #great

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted. ↗

— James Branch Cabell

#less #memory #resisted #satisfaction #some

When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#remembrance #the-past #beauty

Travel does this: it creates space that allows thoughts and memories to intrude and assert themselves with impunity. Smells and sights, the quality of light, the honk of a horn -- can all act as touchstones when least expected. ↗

— Andrew McCarthy

#travel #courage

The gods weave misfortunes for men, so that the generations to come will have something to sing about.” Mallarmé repeats, less beautifully, what Homer said; “tout aboutit en un livre,” everything ends up in a book. The Greeks speak of generations that will sing; Mallarmé speaks of an object, of a thing among things, a book. But the idea is the same; the idea that we are made for art, we are made for memory, we are made for poetry, or perhaps we are made for oblivion. But something remains, and that something is history or poetry, which are not essentially different. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#borges #gods #homer #mallarmé #memory