#remembering

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

[T]he whole point is the wishing and remembering--not if what you want happens, not if remembering hurts. Because when you wish for something, you're askin. And when you ask, you're trying. And all anyone can do really is try, right? ↗

— Melissa Senate

#trying #wishes #wishing #love

So, I believe that what you are looking for, really looking for, is that one person who is capable of recognizing you no matter what. You know, that one person who is going to be able to see past what everybody else sees and even past what you yourself see or want to show, then be able to look at you and really recognize you and say "That's not you! This is you right over here! You just forgot yourself, but I see you! I will help you remember yourself, because I remember you!" And that's what everyone wants. No, actually, I don't know if that's what everyone wants; but I know that's what I want! Because I can put up so many damn walls and faces just to see who really knows me, who really recognizes me, who really remembers me, even more than I recognize and remember myself! Because if I don't get that, then I don't get anything, because I don't want anything less than that. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#inspirational #inspirational-quotes #recognition #recognizing-the-soul #remember

I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#death #dying #remembering #death

I had been playing since I was 2 years old, never remembering a life without music, always playing everything naturally and mostly by ear, and all the grownups wanted were more scales and drudgery out of me. ↗

— Lara St. John

#been #drudgery #ear #everything #grownups

I loved her like elephants like remembering stuff. Those bastards just won’t let me forget and move on.
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— Jarod Kintz

#forget #forgetting #funny #humor #love

Remember that you own what happened to you. If your childhood was less than ideal, you may have been raised thinking that if you told the truth about what really went on in your family, a long bony white finger would emerge from a cloud and point to you, while a chilling voice thundered, "We *told* you not to tell." But that was then. Just put down on paper everything you can remember now about your parents and siblings and relatives and neighbors, and we will deal with libel later on. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#advice #childhood #getting-started #incest #memoir

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

— Brian Herbert

#remembering #life

I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue. Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each lettter. Your name, which I played with so carelessly, so easily, has somehow become sacred to my lips. A name I won’t throw around lightheartedly or repeat without deep thought. And if ever I speak of you, I use the English language to describe who you were to me. You are nameless, because those letters grouped together in that familiar form….. carries too much meaning for my capricious heart. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#love #love-story #memories #names #passion

Some choices we live not only once but a thousand times over, remembering them for the rest of our lives. ↗

— Richard Bach

#live #lives #once #only #our