#memo

We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn. New styles, new information, new technology, new terminology … But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#technology

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#story

Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#right

People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things - where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance - but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget... There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living. ↗

— Stephen Carpenter

#forgotten #memories #memory #remembering #remembrance

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#criticism #memory #verbal-abuse #words #ignorance

All memories fade away in the end. Then, only dreams are left. And because they are all we have, we confide our life’s worries to them. ↗

— Philippe Forest

#memories #dreams

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#memory #recollection #purpose

Memory is a part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our hearts pumping. It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits to work to: it keeps us who we are.~Candle ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#present

Memory is the great deceiver. Perhaps there are some individuals whose memories act like tape recordings, daily records of their lives complete in every detail, but I am not one of them. My memory is a patchwork of occurrences, of discontinuous events roughly sewn together: The parts I remember, I remember precisely, whilst other sections seemed to have vanished completely. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#individuality

Any action a woman engages in from a spirit of joy, and within a similarly safe and joyous environment, falls within the city-walls of feminism. A girl has a right to dance how she wants, when her favourite record comes on. ↗

— Caitlin Moran

#memoir #environment