#remembering

I just find that there's something about looking back on interviews, whether for purposes of remembering what I said about something or if it's for posterity when I'm 75. ↗

— Zachary Quinto

#back #find #i #interviews #just

Blessed are those who give without remembering. And blessed are those who take without forgetting. ↗

— Bernard Meltzer

#forgetting #give #remembering #take #those

Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#memories #past #real #remembering #surreal

Morality, like language, is an invented structure for conserving and communicating order. And morality is learned, like language, by mimicking and remembering. ↗

— Jane Rule

#conserving #invented #language #learned #like

One day this war will end. And when it does, Tule Lake will be just a memory. ↗

— Teresa R. Funke

#japanese-internment #life #remembering #war #world-war-ii

I remembered during puberty, through the anorexic mists of intermittent menstrual cycles, that man, my father, lifting Shirley's nightdress over her head and asking her in his mocking way to choose what colour condom she wanted. 'Red or yellow?' Which did she choose? I can't remember. Perhaps she alternated. Perhaps there were other colours. It didn't happen once. It happened again and again. I had no power to stop it. That man, my father, had some control over me. I was drugged by the black silence in that big house, the vile whiff of aftershave, the crushing torment of inevitability. My father fucked Shirley using red or yellow condoms and it was those condoms that brought it all to an end. It was my last realization of the day; any more would have been too much to contemplate. That time when my mother had found used condoms in bedroom, he had admitted, after a pointless burst my father's of denial, that he had been going to prostitutes. That was no doubt true but I can't imagine clients take used condoms away with them; prostitutes would surely get rid of the things. No. My father kept those used condoms as a prize. He was fucking his fourteen-year-old-daughter. He was proud of it. Rebecca welled up with tears. Poor thing, she kept saying. Poor thing. ↗

— Alice Jamieson

#child-abuse #child-rape #child-sexual-abuse #condoms #dissociation

Remembering that the man who always fights one more round is never whipped. ↗

— James J. Corbett

#fights #man #more #never #remembering

Remembering is painful, it's difficult, but it can be inspiring and it can give wisdom. ↗

— Paul Greengrass

#give #inspiring #painful #remembering #wisdom

I had been playing since I was 2 years old, never remembering a life without music, always playing everything naturally and mostly by ear, and all the grownups wanted were more scales and drudgery out of me. ↗

— Lara St. John

#been #drudgery #ear #everything #grownups

When you start thinking about what your life was like 10 years ago--and not in general terms, but in highly specific detail--it's disturbing to realize how certain elements of your being are completely dead. They die long before you do. It's astonishing to consider all the things from your past that used to happen all the time but (a) never happen anymore, and (b) never even cross your mind. It's almost like those things didn't happen. Or maybe it seems like they just happened to someone else. To someone you don't really know. To someone you just hung out with for one night, and now you can't even remember her name. ↗

— Chuck Klosterman

#living #nostalgia #regret #remembering #life