#memory

Few things are more deceptive than memories. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#philosophy #truth #deception

No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words. ↗

— Roger Zelazny

#history #humanity #memory #narrative #reality

The pen will never be able to move fast enough to write down every word discovered in the space of memory. Some things have been lost forever, other things will perhaps be remembered again, and still other things have been lost and found and lost again. There is no way to be sure of any this. ↗

— Paul Auster

#writing #solitude

Her memory's your love. You want no other. ↗

— Henry James

#love

It would be dreadfully ironic, I mused, if once I earned a soul, I forgot everything about being fey, including all my memories of her. That sort of ending seemed appropriately tragic; the smitten fey creature becomes human but forgets why he wanted to in the first place. Old fairy tales loved that sort of irony. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#folklore #irony #memory-loss #soul #love

When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us. ↗

— Aimee Bender

#memory #past #youth #love

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. ↗

— Thomas Campbell

#epitaph #immortality #memory #remembrance #death

When people change, I’m disappointed they’re not who I remember them being. And when people don’t change, I’m disappointed they still are who they were. All people do is disappoint, and I do mean all people.
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— Jarod Kintz

#disappointment #memory #people #remember #change

The day that I left my home, I had prayed that my children would forget me. I wanted to spare them the pain of remembering. But that night, as I crouched in the white mist, waiting, I knew more than anything that I wanted them to remember, I wanted desperately to go on living in someone's memory. If we are not remembered, we are more than dead, for it is as if we had never lived. ↗

— Karen Maitland

#life #memory #death

Anna woke with the wonderful feeling bad sleepers have when they know they have slept well. As if they have stolen something and got away with it. At these times the memories of what led up to such deep sleep keep their distance for a few seconds and those few seconds are perhaps the only time the world can ever be said to show mercy. ↗

— James Meek

#mercy #sleep #love