#remembrance

This I have known, and these have come again With echoing happiness in heart and brain; Time standing still, surrendering to me Beauty that otherwise would cease to be. ↗

— William Kean Seymour

#memory #remembrance #time #beauty

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay. ↗

— Murasaki Shikibu

#decay #remembrance #death

As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#death #persist #persistence #remembrance #wine

In great deeds, something abides. On great fields, something stays. Forms change and pass; bodies disappear; but spirits linger, to consecrate ground for the vision-place of souls… generations that know us not and that we know not of, heart-drawn to see where and by whom great things were suffered and done for them, shall come to this deathless field, to ponder and dream; and lo! the shadow of a mighty presence shall wrap them in its bosom, and the power of the vision pass into their souls. ↗

— Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain

#visions #war #change

And once the novelist has brought us to this state, in which, as in all purely mental states, every emotion is multiplied ten-fold, into which his book comes disturb us as might a dream, but a dream more lucid and more abiding than those that come to us in sleep, why then, for the space of an hour he sets free within us all the joys and sorrows in the world. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#swann-s-way #dreams

Recalling, some time later, what I had felt at the time, I distinguished the impression of having been held for a moment in her mouth, myself, naked, without any of the social attributes which belonged equally to her other playmates and, when she used my surname, to my parents, accessories of which her lips - by the effort she made, a little after her father's manner, to articulate the words to which she wished to give a special emphasis - had the air of stripping, of divesting me, like the skin from a fruit of which one can swallow only the pulp, while her glance, adapting itself to the same new degree of intimacy as her speech, fell on me also more directly and testified to the consciousness, the pleasure, even the gratitude that it felt by accompanying itself with a smile. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#proust #remembrance-of-things-past #swann-s-way #equality

Friends come into our lives and friends leave our lives. But friends never leave our hearts. And best friends always get to stay in the best places in our hearts. ↗

— John M. Simmons

#friendship #remembrance #friendship

The first day of spring, the vernal equinox—the season of renewal when the earth sheds its winter cloak, flowers bloom, and the heart feels as though everything is once again imaginable. The smell of fresh-cut grass, shagging fly balls, and scraping mud from baseball cleats. A brief contemplation and tear for those gone from the field, their easy laugh and nimble sprint no longer gracing the game. ↗

— Galen Watson

#renewal #imagination

There are two ways to live a life either forget everything or, remember nothing. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#live #remembrance #life

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#love #memory #recollection #remembrance #love