#memories

He will miss this quiet full of noise: the nighthawks, the way the woods breathe, the things moving unsuspected through the dark. But he will take with him the canisters full of blasted images and have the pleasure of living them again. They are not nothing, the memories. ↗

— Lauren Groff

#nature #photographs #nature

We don’t even survive in the memories of the living. Science has destroyed that myth. Whenever we remember something, what we’re doing is remembering the last time we remembered it; our memory doesn’t go back to the original notch, the first one was cut, but to the last one. Human memory is virtual, like that of a computer. When we open a file we’re not opening it as it was when we first created it, but as it was the last time we used it. It is called hypercathexis and is our brain’s most sophisticated recourse when it comes to confronting pain. ↗

— Enrique de Hériz

#science

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#dreams #fear #horror #memories #nightmares

He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#reality #violence

The world is shaped by two things — stories told and the memories they leave behind. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#actions #acts #creation #dream #dreams

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#tears

Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces. ↗

— Richard Kadrey

#memories #metaphor #pain #tears

The town was paper, but the memories were not. ↗