#memo

He considered razing the house and rebuilding, but he realized that houses are not haunted, and regardless of the architecture with which we surround ourselves,our ghosts stay with us until we ourselves are ghosts. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#architecture

Work hard. "Suit yourself, then you'll know at least one person is pleased. ↗

— Carole Estrup

#child-abuse #healing-the-past #memoir #art

If you want to live a memorable life, you have to be the kind of person who remembers to remember. ↗

— Joshua Foer

#art

The entire partying lifestyle was superficial in my experience, and most of my friendships were as deep as a shot glass and as short-lived as a pack of cigarettes. ↗

— Kate Madison

#friendship #lifestyle #memoir #partying #shot-glass

I Came away from the U.S. Memory Championship eager to find out how Ed and Lukas did it. Were these just extraordinary individuals, pridigies from the long tail of humanity's bell curve, or was there something we could all learn from their talents? ↗

— Joshua Foer

#humanity #memory #talent #art

Whenever it rains, I remember him, not as a tear that hails down as a raindrop, but as a God of fertility. As, every time I remember him, his memories conceive a baby of emotions in me! ↗

— Mehek Bassi

#breakups #experience #hurt #life #love

Sometimes it feels like you can finally slip out of the door, smiling at the memory of that serene expressions of your beloved ones eyes. ↗

— Anshuma Sharma

#experience #happiness #joy #life #love

And I'll dance with you in Vienna, I'll be wearing a river's disguise. The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your thighs. And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty, my cheap violin and my cross. ↗

— Leonard Cohen

#love #memory #music #beauty

Sometimes, at the least opportune times, the past is an insomniac, alive and well. ↗

— Courtney Cole

#past #beauty

The gods weave misfortunes for men, so that the generations to come will have something to sing about.” Mallarmé repeats, less beautifully, what Homer said; “tout aboutit en un livre,” everything ends up in a book. The Greeks speak of generations that will sing; Mallarmé speaks of an object, of a thing among things, a book. But the idea is the same; the idea that we are made for art, we are made for memory, we are made for poetry, or perhaps we are made for oblivion. But something remains, and that something is history or poetry, which are not essentially different. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#borges #gods #homer #mallarmé #memory