#memo

Loss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin. ↗

— Brian Ruckley

#loss #memory #mourning #moving-on #mourning

The past is a presence between us. In all my mother does and says, the past continually discloses itself in the smallest ways. She sees it directly; I see its shadow. Still, it pulses in my fingertips, feeds on my consciousness. It is a backdrop for each act, each drama of our lives. I have absorbed a sense of what she has suffered, what she has lost, even what her mother endured and handed down. It is my emotional gene map. ↗

— Fern Schumer Chapman

#memoir #memory #mothers #holocaust

Smells, I think, may be the last thing on earth to die. ↗

— Fern Schumer Chapman

#memory #scent #smell #holocaust

Excellent memories are often coupled with feeble judgments. ↗

— Michel de Montaigne

#memory #judgement

The pain, or the memory of pain, that here was literally sucked away by something nameless until only a void was left. The knowledge that this question was possible: pain that turns finally into emptiness. The knowledge that the same equation applied to everything, more or less. ↗

— Roberto Bolaño

#memory #pain #transformation #transformation

Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today, you get irritated if somebody mentions it, today. If it happened yesterday, though, you can nod or chuckle, as the case may be. You've crossed through nothingness or dream to another island in Time. ↗

— Roger Zelazny

#memory #sanity #sleep #time #dreams

Aw honey. Today's as important as forever." Grandpa Joe in "Shave and a Haircut" Flash Warden and Other Stories ↗

— Eileen Granfors

#family-relationships #flash-fiction #hint-fiction #six-word-memoirs #women

To lead a human life, a man must have a notion of himself as having a past and a future. ↗

— Mary Warnock

#imagination

Memory is imagination in reverse. ↗

— Stephen Evans

#memory #imagination

Music is the one art we all have inside. We may not be able to play an instrument, but we can sing along or clap or tap our feet. Have you ever seen a baby bouncing up and down in the crib in time to some music When you think of it, some of that baby's first messages from his or her parents may have been lullabies, or at least the music of their speaking voices. All of us have had the experience of hearing a tune from childhood and having that melody evoke a memory or a feeling. The music we hear early on tends to stay with us all our lives. ↗

— Fred Rogers

#childhood-memories #music #art