#remembering

Did you know I always thought you were braver than me? Did you ever guess that that was why I was so afraid? It wasn't that I only loved some of you. But I wondered if you could ever love more than some of me. I knew I'd miss you. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. I never forget a thing. Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn't happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all. I know young people look at me and think my youth seems so far away, but it's all around me, and you're all around me. Tiger Lily, do you think magic exists if it can be explained? I can explain why I loved you, I can explain the theory of evolution that tells me why mermaids live in Neverland and nowhere else. But it still feels magic. The lost boys all stood at our wedding. Does it seem odd to you that they could have stood at a wedding that wasn't yours and mine? It does to me. and I'm sorry for it, and for a lot, and I also wouldn't change it. It is so quiet here. Even with all the trains and the streets and the people. It's nothing like the jungle. The boys have grown. Everything has grown. Do you think you will ever grow? I hope not. I like to think that even if I change and fade away, some other people won't. I like to think that one day after I die, at least one small particle of me - of all the particles that will spread everywhere - will float all the way to Neverland, and be part of a flower or something like that, like that poet said, the one that your Tik Tok loved. I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I'll see you sometime again, even if it's not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand. I wouldn't be surprised if that is the way things go after all - that all things end happy. Even for you and Tik Tok. and for you and me. Always, Your Peter P.S. Please give my love to Tink. She was always such a funny little bug. ↗

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

#growing-up #letters #love #peter-pan #remembering

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#him #how #i #little #man

Those who have known the famous are publicly debriefed of their memories, knowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else. ↗

— Alan Bennett

#else #falls #famous #knowing #known

Remembering that man is indeed the microcosm, the universe in miniature, the Divine Dance of the future should be able to convey with its slightest gestures some significance of the universe. ↗

— Ruth St. Denis

#convey #dance #divine #future #gestures

It is a full time job being honest one moment at a time, remembering to love, to honor, to respect. It is a practice, a discipline, worthy of every moment. ↗

— Jasmine Guy

#being #being honest #discipline #every #full

In remembering those who lost their lives in the London attacks and the September 11th attacks we continue our commitment to fighting for freedom, democracy and justice. ↗

— Doc Hastings

#commitment #continue #democracy #fighting #freedom

Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god. ↗

— Derek Walcott

#been #body #centre #god #join

The Egyptian contribution to architecture was more concerned with remembering the dead than the living. ↗

— Stephen Gardiner

#concerned #contribution #dead #egyptian #living

Every person's remembering will be different. That engagement is important, I think. ↗

— Christian Marclay

#different #engagement #every #i #i think

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

— Bernard Meltzer

#forgetting #give #remembering #take #those