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I really cherish the memories I have of my trips. For some reason, when you travel, it's like your mind picks up on the fact that this is something uncharacteristic, so it tunes in more acutely and...

Jennette McCurdy
I really cherish the memories I have of my trips. For some reason, when you travel, it's like your mind picks up on the fact that this is something uncharacteristic, so it tunes in more acutely and remembers better.

Whenever I think of my birthplace, Walton-on-Thames, my reference first and foremost is the river. I love the smell of the river; love its history, its gentleness. I was aware of its presence from my...

Julie Andrews
Whenever I think of my birthplace, Walton-on-Thames, my reference first and foremost is the river. I love the smell of the river; love its history, its gentleness. I was aware of its presence from my earliest years. Its majesty centered me, calmed me, was a solace to a certain extent.

I wiped my hands on my apron and went to the window. Outside, the prairie reached out and touched the places where the sky came down. Though the winter was nearly over, there were patches of snow and...

Patricia MacLachlan
I wiped my hands on my apron and went to the window. Outside, the prairie reached out and touched the places where the sky came down. Though the winter was nearly over, there were patches of snow and ice everywhere. I looked at the long dirt road that crawled across the plains, remembering the morning that Mama had died, cruel and sunny. They had come for her in a wagon and taken her away to be buried. And then the cousins and aunts and uncles had come and tried to fill up the house. But they couldn't.

I remember a new heaviness in my body, but maybe that's the work of time and my looking back.

Alexandria Marzano - Lesnevich The Fact of a...
I remember a new heaviness in my body, but maybe that's the work of time and my looking back.

We all have our safe places, where none are invited. They are lonely rooms full of the musk of memory. Sanctuary rather than adventure.

Basith
We all have our safe places, where none are invited. They are lonely rooms full of the musk of memory. Sanctuary rather than adventure.

Memories are powerful that way. They can bring back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.

Shannon Wiersbitzky What Flowers...
Memories are powerful that way. They can bring back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.

I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone,...

Margaret Atwood The Handmaid's...
I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone, their features curl and bend as if the paper's burning, blackness eats them. A glimpse, a pale shimmer on the air; a glow, aurora, dance of electrons, then a face again, faces. But they fade, though I stretch out my arms towards them, they slip away from me, ghosts at daybreak. Back to wherever they are. Stay with me, I want to say. But they won't.

That is my story. Believe what you will. I remember it all

I remember it still.
That is my story. Believe what you will. I remember it all

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

Michel Foucault
I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

In the space of solitude, a writer attempts to remember how they became whom they are but nobody's memory is up to this demanding task. No matter how much a person harrows the fertile lanes of memory,...

Kilroy J. Oldster Dead Toad...
In the space of solitude, a writer attempts to remember how they became whom they are but nobody's memory is up to this demanding task. No matter how much a person harrows the fertile lanes of memory, some memories are lost by the passage of time, psychological defense mechanisms screen other memories from detection, the ephemeral character of other memories are invariably too elusive to arrest with reciprocal language.

I do not know, nor do I care to remember The time in which I knew distinctly that you were gone You fade in and out of memory Upon which I can not feign to touch Or feel How cruel to leave me With...

Queenbe Monyei
I do not know, nor do I care to remember The time in which I knew distinctly that you were gone You fade in and out of memory Upon which I can not feign to touch Or feel How cruel to leave me With paper but no pen What a way to leave me You give me cups, but not water to fill them So they sit there Empty Your reflection Bouncing to and fro From every surface

Memory fills my night Help make my pain and memories light In your arms I find comfort Guide me in my days Hold me in Thy arms Help me Lord, this night

Brent M. Jones
Memory fills my night
Help make my pain and memories light
In your arms I find comfort
Guide me in my days
Hold me in Thy arms
Help me Lord, this night

And then this happened. And then this other thing happened. Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you about the time this happened. I should've had this book over for a cup of coffee and a chat.

Nick Stewart
And then this happened. And then this other thing happened. Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you about the time this happened. I should've had this book over for a cup of coffee and a chat.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us... on the inside, looking out.

Jonathan Safran Foer
It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us... on the inside, looking out.

This larder of memories, of sex, of life, of family that we had built up, could always be called upon in the leaner times of our relationship... Everything we had built together over twenty years was...

Allison Pearson How Hard Can It...
This larder of memories, of sex, of life, of family that we had built up, could always be called upon in the leaner times of our relationship... Everything we had built together over twenty years was there to be tapped into, summoned as evidence that we were made to last... I hadn't realized how much I counted on that trick working until the time came when it didn't.

The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.

Jonathan Safran Foer Everything Is...
The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.

Once upon a time wasn't as long ago as it used to be.

Laurell K. Hamilton Mistral's Kiss
Once upon a time wasn't as long ago as it used to be.

People always stay the age that they died at. My big brother died of leukemia when I was six. He was eight. Now when I think of him, he's always eight, and he's still my big brother. He never changes,...

Christopher Moore Bloodsucking...
People always stay the age that they died at. My big brother died of leukemia when I was six. He was eight. Now when I think of him, he's always eight, and he's still my big brother. He never changes, and the part of me that remembers him never changes.

Memories are worse than bullets

Carlos Ruiz Zafon The Shadow of...
Memories are worse than bullets

A song can last long after the events and people in it are dust and dreams and gone.

Neil Gaiman Bout
A song can last long after the events and people in it are dust and dreams and gone.

Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.

Alice Sebold The Lovely Bones
Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.

human beings do not perceive things whole; we are not gods but wounded creatures, cracked lenses, capable only of fractured perceptions

Salman Rushdie Imaginary...

Life, he knew, had meaning and was fully possessed only as it was remembered and reshaped.

Jane Hamilton The Short...

Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination can meet memory in the dark.

Annie Dillard The Writing Life

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.You forget some things, dont you?Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you...

Cormac McCarthy The Road

He saw that it was the gaps that were important, the spaces between the threads which made the pattern, and not the threads themselves.

Hilary Mantel A Place of...

By changing our history and our memory, they try to erase all our shame.

Ruth Ozeki A Tale for the...

I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.

Ruth Ozeki A Tale for the...

She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand's reach of memory.She doubted if they all sensed it - they had seen the world - but even George was silent for a...

Stephen King Carrie

For some reason, I kept seeing it-it trembled and silkily glowed on my damp retina-a radiant child of twelve, sitting on a threshold, "pinging" pebbles at an empty can.

Vladimir Nabokov Lolita
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