I am grateful, and would thank the Gods(if there were any to thank) that I have finally mastered this art of forgetting--of murdering the memory.
...someone ought to invent a tool, a kind of plane to shave the lies away from stories and deception away from memories. I'm a collector of shavings.
You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.
(memory is) A strange echo, which stores its replicas according to some other acoustic than consciousness or expectation.
Your soul is the priestess of memory, selecting, sifting, and ultimately gathering your vanishing days toward presence.
But unshed tears can turn rancid. So can memory. So can biting your tongue. My bad nights were beginning. I couldn't sleep.
I don’t believe in coincidence or fate But I know one thing for sure Your face was meant to be Burned into the deepest reaches Of my blackest memories.
I cannot stress this enough: do not take powerful hallucinogens before going to a Holocaust memorial.
Sincerity and gravity, in Magnus's opinion, were highly overrated, as was being forced to relive unpleasant memories. He would much rather be amused and amusing.
When you lose someone who's as close as your own skin, the only place you can find him again is hidden inside your memories.
Everyone, no matter what their cultural background, has a right to discover the sacred in nature; to heal and be redeemed spiritually by nature; and to revere the ancestors. We are all haunted and saved by our memories.
Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.
This country awakens so many memories, though each seems like some restless sparrow I know will flee any moment into the breeze.
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.
I feel that the essence of dance is the expression of man--the landscape of his soul. I hope that every dance I do reveals something of myself or some wonderful thing a human can be.
You can be Eastern or Burmese or what have you, but the function of the body and the awareness of the body results in dance and you become a dancer, not just a human being.
At the time I started in ballet they were dancing 'The Spirit of Champagne' on pointe, in Paris. I thought, 'I don't want to dance the spirit of champagne, I want to drink it!
A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you're not interested or even involved.
An act of kindness may take only a moment of our time, but when captured in the heart the memory lives forever.
But that's how memory works," Bitterblue said quietly. "Things disappear without your permission, they come back again without your permission." And sometimes they come back incomplete or warped
My mind has cleared a little; I’ve regained some instincts and associations, echoes of the Living world if not actual memories. Those I still have to steal.
