It is...difficult to describe someone, since memories are by their nature fragmented, isolated, and arbitrary as glimpses one has at night through lighted windows.{E}very memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting long.
Describing a person can be challenging due to the fragmented and disjointed nature of memories, which often resemble fleeting glimpses through lit windows at night. Each memory is revisited repeatedly, with the hope that these reflections will become tangible and meaningful, allowing the memories of those who have left to return and reconnect with us.
The desire for reconnection with lost loved ones is a profound theme in this quote. It speaks to the yearning for their presence and comfort, suggesting that our memories hold a promise of fulfillment. We long for the day when they might come back to us, offering affection and familiarity, and alleviating the wait that memory often entails.
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