#memories

I know in my life there have been breaches, but I also know that I am very good at blocking out the memories that serve me no purpose. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#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

You realize that you habitually thought of Mom when something in your life was not going well, because when you thought of her it was as though something got back on track, and you felt re-energized. ↗

— Kyung-Sook Shin

#mother #mother-s-love #life

And yet, even as she spoke, she knew that she did not wish to come back. not to stay, not to live. She loved the little yellow cottage more than she loved any place on earth. but she was through with it except in her memories. ↗

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#leaving #memories #love

I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much. ↗

— Ida Løkås

#eyes #fathers #loss #love #memories