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"But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory's fog is rising."
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"My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past."
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"In the space of solitude, a writer attempts to remember how they became whom they are but nobody's memory is up to this demanding task. No matter how much a person harrows the fertile lanes of memory, some memories are lost by the passage of time, psychological defense mechanisms screen other memories from detection, the ephemeral character of other memories are invariably to elusive to arrest with reciprocal language."
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"It struck her how sad it was that all of them had grown up on top of one another like small animals in a too-small cage, and now would simply scatter. And that would be the end of that. Everything that had happened would be sucked away into memory and vapour, as though it hadn't even happened at all."
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"Memories are like dreams. You remember how you got to the front of the classroom with no clothes on."
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".. I thought about him now and then, the things he had taught me about 'being human' and 'relating to others;, but it was always in the distance, as if from another life.. .. The people who might have told me were long forgotten, their phone numbers buried in some packed-away box in the attic."
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"Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I can't be with her, the least I can do is act like her sometimes."
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"In my brain were stored a thousand pictures."
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"Sadly as some old mediaeval knightGazed at the arms he could no longer wield,The sword two-handed and the shining shieldSuspended in the hall, and full in sight,While secret longings for the lost delightOf tourney or adventure in the fieldCame over him, and tears but half concealedTrembled and fell upon his beard of white,So I behold these books upon their shelf,My ornaments and arms of other days;Not wholly useless, though no longer used,For they remind me of my other self,Younger and stronger, and the pleasant waysIn which I walked, now clouded and confused."
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"But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light. A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained. The darkness paused for breath. They erupted."
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"Unless we remember we cannot understand."
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"A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think."
Art
"Or help one fainting RobinUnto his Nest againI shall not live in vain."
Compassion
"Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough."
Life
"Art is a house that tries to be haunted."
Art
"We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble."
Belief
"I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep."I woke and chid my honest fingers,-The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own."
Memory
"We never know how high we areTill we are called to rise;And then, if we are true to plan,Our statures touch the skies.The heroism we reciteWould be a daily thing,Did not ourselves the cubits warpFor fear to be a king."
Inspirational
"A great hope fellYou heard no noiseThe ruin was within."
Hope
"Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see,But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency."
Philosophy
"I wonder if it hurts to live,And if they have to try,And whether, could they choose between,They would not rather die."
Life
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