#recollection

Of course a poem is a two-way street. No poem is any good if it doesn't suggest to the reader things from his own mind and recollection that he will read into it, and will add to what the poet has suggested. But I do think poetry readings are very important. ↗

— James Laughlin

#any #course #good #his #i

It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative? ↗

— Cesare Pavese

#child #children #imagination #imaginative #into

My main recollection is of the work I had to do in order to eat. ↗

— Clifton Fadiman

#had #i #main #order #recollection

My first recollection is that of a bugle call. ↗

— Douglas MacArthur

#call #first #recollection

It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present. ↗

— Lisa Unger

#recollection #beauty

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#hope #poem #poetry #recollection #business

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#love #memory #recollection #remembrance #love

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. ↗

— William Faulkner

#memory #recollection #belief

I've been writing an ongoing letter to my children since they were born, full of recollections of their childhoods. I've filled two journals. It's a great thing to do as a mother - you forget a lot as you go along, but reading over what you've written brings all the memories back. ↗

— Tory Burch

#back #been #born #brings #childhoods

The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn't write you, but I found you. ↗

— Hoagy Carmichael

#became #found #happened #how #hung