#memories

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#lose #memories #remember #share #tales

All that is left to bring you pain, are the memories. If you face those, you’ll be free. You can’t spend the rest of your life hiding from yourself; always afraid that your memories will incapacitate you, and they will if you continue to bury them. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#bury #free #hide #incapacitate #memories

Images flicker, each one bringing its own sorrow or its own smile. Sometimes both. At the very worst, an impenetrable and sightless black and at best, a happiness so bright that it hurts the eyes to see, coming and going on some unseen projector perpetually turned by an invisible hand. One, then another. The hollow click of the shutter. Now stop. Freeze this frame. Pluck it down and hold it close and be damned by what you see. Henri always said: the price of a memory is the memory if the sorrow it brings. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#memories #life

When the things you love exist only inside your memory they cannot be destroyed or taken from you. ↗

— Marina Tavares Dias

#life-and-living #life-lessons #love #memories #life

That night I looked up at those same stars, but I didn't want any of those things. I didn't want Egypt, or France, or far-flung destinations. I just wanted to go back to my life from my childhood, just to visit it, and touch it, and to convince myself that yes, it had been real. ↗

— Jenny Lawson

#nostalgia #life

Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#memories #words #life

Humans are animals and like all animals we leave tracks as we walk: signs of passage made in snow, sand, mud, grass, dew, earth or moss.... We easily forget that we are track-markers, through, because most of our journeys now occur on asphalt and concrete--and these are substances not easily impressed. ↗

— Robert Macfarlane

#inspirational #life #memories #inspirational

...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ... ↗

— John Geddes

#keepsakes #life #memories #moments #poetry

Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road. ↗

— Susan Lendroth

#memory #nostalgia #past #remembering #souvenir

„Tik išgėręs žmogus su malonumu gali prisiminti ką nors nemalonaus iš savo gyvenimo. ↗

— Sigitas Parulskis

#life #memories-truth #past #life