#memories

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

في المرَّةِ الأولى عندما متنا لَمْ نَجِد سريراً يُلائم أجسادنا المُكتظَّة بأشياءٍ جميلة وبقينا بلا نومٍ لأيامٍ نُخفِّف حمولة داخلنا من رداءةِ ما عَلِق... طائرات ورقية رسمناها في صيف 2008 بوسترات أفلام رخيصة كانت نتيجة خوفنا من أن نفشل في الإنجاب قمصان زاهية نرتديها حينما تقهرنا الرغبة، نرتديها بدافع الضحك والملل والعادة؛ رسائل بريدية تحمل أُغنية، أخبار قديمة، قصائد نُمرِّرها عبر أيقونة سريعة، محادثة مرئية تُعيد لنا ملامحنا القديمة حزن بنفسجيّ كأخرِ وردة بيننا ذبحة صدريّة انغمست في أصابعنا فتوقّفنا عن الكتابة ؛ المرّة الأولى كانت كافيةً جداً لإعادةِ الاختيار وأنْ ننام ونوافذنا مفتوحة ليجِد الحبَّ مُتَّسعاً. ↗

— Nour Albawardi

#memories #love

What a host of little incidents, all deep-buried in the past -- problems that had once been urgent, arguments that had once been keen, anecdotes that were funny only because one remembered the fun. Did any emotion really matter when the last trace of it had vanished from human memory; and if that were so, what a crowd of emotions clung to him as to their last home before annihilation? He must be kind to them, must treasure them in his mind before their long sleep. ↗

— James Hilton

#funny

There would remain no sign of you ever having played in this house. Your childhood is going to be swept under a camel-skin rug and elevators are going to be built over the lake we once swam in. This address, as we know it, would be lost forever and we’ll wake up in a box-sized room: cramped, trampled and sensationally unhappy.' ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#dislocation #home #rootsbelonging #urbanisation #home

Eventually, you forget it all. First you forget everything you learned - the dates of wars and Pythagorean theorem. You especially forget everything you didn't really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your favorite teachers, and eventually you forget those, too. You forget your junior class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend's home number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times, and eventually, but slowly, you forget your humiliations - even the ones that seemed indelible, just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not, who went to good college, who threw the best parties, who had the most friends. You forget them all. Even the ones you said you loved, and the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.... ↗

— Manasa Rao

#love #memories #dating

Anyone who has no need of anybody but himself is either a beast or a God." Aristotle ↗

— Bruce Wayne Sullivan

#animals #childhood-memories #dogs #good-book #life-struggles

Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#love #memories #death

When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you. ↗

— Ray Loriga

#memories #death

...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum... ↗

— John Geddes

#eulogy #maudlin #muse #slum #streets