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“In the dark, dank world of the Tunnels, I would call upon this memory. And there would be a flicker of candlelight. If only for a moment. I closed my eyes, as if my eyelids were the levers of a pri...”
“I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.”
“Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.”
“There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.”
“It is...difficult to describe someone, since memories are by their nature fragmented, isolated, and arbitrary as glimpses one has at night through lighted windows.[E]very memory is turned over and ...”
“memories were tricky thingsthey werent stable. they changed with perception over time. they shifted, and [she] understood how the passage of time affected them. the hard working striver might recal...”
“But it was smell that carried memory.”
“How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. How crushed we are when we discover that the gold was merely gold-plat...”
“Losing someone is like when the sun comes through a window, moving across the room with each hour, until night falls and all you can do is try to remember the soothing shapes it made.”
“Sometimes, for a moment, everything is just as you need it to be. The memories of such moments live in the heart, waiting for the time you need to think of them, if only to remind yourself that for...”
“I know in my life there have been breaches, but I also know that I am very good at blocking out the memories that serve me no purpose.”
“How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow.”
“When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, mind half gone...Never shall I cut from memory my sweet love's beauty.”
“No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.”
“Only after Mom went missing did you realize that her stories were piled inside you, in endless stacks. Mom's everyday life used to go on in a repeating loop, without a break. Her everyday words, wh...”
“My memories are like a shuffled deck of cards, each one coming up at random.”
“Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.”
“But memories got left behind while you kept walking on; every time you had to retrace your steps further to return to your memories, and sometimes it was better not to turn back at all.”
“Some memories are presents that I'm unable to unwrap over and over.”
“It was no use to tell a person to forget. No matter how hard you tried to put it out of your mind, the hurt would still be there, festering under the forgetfulness, sending poison through your veins.”
