#remembrance

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

— Thomas Pynchon

#death #persist #persistence #remembrance #wine

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

The heart does not go backward. Only the mind. ↗

— Elizabeth Kostova

#remembrance #love

If Conrad remembered the skinny, frightened girl he'd held for one brief moment on a frigid Boston street corner, he showed no signs of it when we met ... Even as I tried to urge hum back against the pillows, he looked at me with wild eyes. "What happened to your leather jacket?" he asked. "Shh," I said, trying to sooth him. "There's no leather jacket." "You were wearing it the first time I saw you," he said, frowning slightly. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#conrad #love #remembrance #love

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin. ↗

— Sara Zarr

#remembrance #story-of-a-girl #memory

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death #deeds #evil #good #legacy

On golden wings The angels soar watching us forevermore From their viewpoint In the air A better place Than what was there On golden wings, The angels fly shooting stars across the sky Life's burdens around their feet And we'll meet them there When our life's complete On golden wings, The angels dance Happy the deceits Of life are past They're past the toils, Past the snares Happy now In heaven at last On golden wings, The angels rise Leaving withered bodies behind Living forever in our souls They're still here, Just invisible, you know ↗

— Emily Dana

#death #remembrance #death

I have to live if I want to be remembered. ↗

— Suzanne Young

#living #remembering #remembrance #beauty

By recollecting the pleasures I have had formerly, I renew them, I enjoy them a second time, while I laugh at the remembrance of troubles now past, and which I no longer feel. ↗

— Giacomo Casanova

#feel #formerly #had #i #laugh

I think that at the supper I neither receive flesh nor blood, but bread and wine; which bread when it is broken, and the wine when it is drunken, put me in remembrance how that for my sins the body of Christ was broken, and his blood shed on the cross. ↗

— Jane Grey

#body #bread #broken #christ #cross