#memories

Now he knew that any memories he might cherish during the last years of his life would be only fictions from a biography he'd never lived. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#fictions #life #lived #memories #life

She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn't drink it with her medication. She just liked seeing it in front of her, like the old days, all set to do its little magic. ↗

— Richard Ford

#life #memories #nostalgia #siblings #life

I had to wonder what sadistic pleasure and entertainment human suffering must provide to the divine game players who decided the fate of their pawns in a board game they made of life. ↗

— Clyde Dsouza

#life-lessons #life-philosophy #memories-with-maya #suffering-of-humanity #transhumanism

My mind has cleared a little; I’ve regained some instincts and associations, echoes of the Living world if not actual memories. Those I still have to steal. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#memories #life

There were thieves and hypocrites among us, to be sure, and true saints sprinkled here and there, but most were simply good, honest people who worshiped their Creator the best they knew how. We were a family. ↗

— Donna Chapman Gilbert

#memories #religion #worship #family

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories. ↗

— Myron Uhlberg

#father #memories #parents #love

It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#memories #sad-love #love

It never leaves, not with someone we love. Their presence burns too vivid in our memories. Happen that is as it should be, for otherwise we would too easy forget. ↗

— Helen Hollick

#memories #love

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-lost #memories #pain #love

When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls...bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory ↗

— Marcel Proust

#memories #nostalgia #smell #nostalgia