The feelings resembled memories; but memories of what? Apparently one can remember things that have never happened.
The important thing about having lots of things to remember is that you’ve got to go somewhere afterwards where you can remember them, you see? You’ve got to stop. You haven’t really been anywhere unt...
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The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That we've never accomplished before. What we've done with you is groundbreaking....
The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rockstar and you think, They'll remember me now, but (a) they don't remember you, and (b) al...
The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy.
The mind is like an object that picks up dust. The object doesn’t know, any more than the mind does, why what clings to it clings.
The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them
The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.
The termites of reduction have always gnawed away at life: even the greatest love ends up as a skeleton of feeble memories.
The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like gol...
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.
There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.
There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that.
There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished.
There were so many of these moments that could never be captured accurately, even in the camcorder, only in the heart.
These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.
Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs, shavi...
Time had not faded my memories (as I had prayed to God it might), nor had it healed my wounds as it is said always to do. I began each day with the hope that the next day would be better, my recollect...
Until then we're going to keep making memories like this, moments when we're the only two people in the whole world. And when we get scared or lonely or confused, we'll pull out these memories and wra...
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