#remembering

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up. ↗

— Anne Rivers Siddons

#missing #parted #remembering #love

People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things - where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance - but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget... There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living. ↗

— Stephen Carpenter

#forgotten #memories #memory #remembering #remembrance

Blessed are those who give without remembering. And blessed are those who take without forgetting. ↗

— Bernard Meltzer

#forgetting #give #remembering #take #those

Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#memories #past #real #remembering #surreal

Morality, like language, is an invented structure for conserving and communicating order. And morality is learned, like language, by mimicking and remembering. ↗

— Jane Rule

#conserving #invented #language #learned #like

Forget the names because names lie but remember me because when you look at me I remember myself. Remember me because I will never forget you. ↗

— Jordan Weisman

#love #remembering #love

Remembering is painful, it's difficult, but it can be inspiring and it can give wisdom. ↗

— Paul Greengrass

#give #inspiring #painful #remembering #wisdom

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she’d realized again what she’d learned at five when her mother left – that what made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting the small things first, the smell of the soap her mother had bathed with, the color of the dress she’d worn to church, then after a while the sound of her mother’s voice, the color of her hair. It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree’s heartwood. (51) ↗

— Ron Rash

#endure #forgetting #grief #memory #remembering

How will I be remembered by my children? This is the true measure of a man. ↗

— Brian Herbert

#remembering #life

I always have trouble remembering three things: faces, names, and - I can't remember what the third thing is. ↗

— Fred Allen

#faces #i #i always #names #remember