#memory

Love happens only once, what happens after that is just compromise; with your heart and with your life... ↗

— Mehek Bassi

#breakups #experience #hurt #life #love

Whatever I learned, Whatever I knew, Seems like those faded years of childhood that flew, Away in some dilemma, Always in some confusion, The purpose of this life, Seems like an illusion! ↗

— Mehek Bassi

#breakups #childhood #confusion #dilemma #experience

But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#literature #memory #proust #faith

Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros? ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#beric-dondarrion #blood #fire #hole #knight

Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food. ↗

— Austin O'Malley

#irrationality #memory #food

[I]n the end this shall be for me sufficient, that a marble stone shall declare that a Queen, having reigned such a time, lived and died a virgin. ↗

— Elizabeth I Tudor

#dignity #freedom #good-governance #government #independence

Amicitiae nostrae memoriam spero sempiternam fore ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#friendship #memory #friendship

Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home. ↗

— Harley King

#home #hope #memory #home

My survival was up to me. I had nothing and I had no one. What I did have, I told myself, was my mind, my imagination, my memory, my feelings, my spirit. These were important and powerful things. ↗

— John Marsden

#imagination #memory #mind #power #spirit

Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last for ever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are hard to understand. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#memory #time #imagination