#memory

...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?... ↗

— John Geddes

#memory #sparks #touch #love

...I've decided ... love is an eternity of slow motion replays ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #memory #replays #love

...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #memory #poetry #stone #love

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#memory #wisdom #wonder #dreams

What business does memory have with time? ↗

— Jess Walter

#memory #time #beauty

I went to Maui to stay a week and remained five. I never spent so pleasant a month before, or bade any place goodbye so regretfully. I have not once thought of business, or care or human toil or trouble or sorrow or weariness, and the memory of it will remain with me always. ↗

— Mark Twain

#memory #paradise #business

Pegi just recorded "I Don't Want to Talk About," written by Danny Whitten, the original Crazy Horse guitar player and singer who's all over Early Daze, an album of songs from the beginning of Crazy Horse that I have been working on compiling recently. Danny was every bit the artist I am, but he died of a heroin OD in the early seventies. Every time I hear Pegi sing that song, it makes me tremendously sad. She sings it so beautifully, phrasing it to break my heart. She does it justice. You can see I have some unfinished business with Danny. ↗

— Neil Young

#memory #reflection #beauty

I try to clutch onto those last moments in the place that I was born to, but I was so busy *living* them! How was I to know I'd have to capture everything I ever wanted to remember of Eire for the rest of my life? ↗

— Kate McCafferty

#ireland #memory #business

Though why should we expect age to mellow us? If it isn't life's business to reward merit, why should it be life's business to give us warm, comfortable feelings towards its end? What possible evolutionary purpose could nostalgia serve? ↗

— Julian Barnes

#history #mellow #memory #merit #nostalgia

Grimalkin yawned and licked his whiskers. 'Not dead,' he replied. 'Hardly dead. But she changed her name and appearance so many times, even the oldest fey would hardly remember her. She likes to keep a low profile, you know.' Puck frowned, knitting his bows together. 'Then how is it you remember her?' he demanded, sounding indignant. 'I am a cat,' purred Grimalkin. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#long-memory #mystery #smug #change