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"If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered."
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"When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction."
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"I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone, their features curl and bend as if the paper's burning, blackness eats them. A glimpse, a pale shimmer on the air; a glow, aurora, dance of electrons, then a face again, faces. But they fade, though I stretch out my arms towards them, they slip away from me, ghosts at daybreak. Back to wherever they are. Stay with me, I want to say. But they won't."
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"I know nothing about her. Just some books, and some stories she tried to tell me, and things I didn't understand, and I remember big red soft hands and that smell. I never knew who she really was. I mean, she must have been nine too, once."
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"By remembering it too often I have blurred the memory itself."
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"Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure."
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"Create memories every day. Enjoy every moment every way."
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"There is nothing like an odor to stir memories."
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"Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ..."
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"The marks we leave are too often scars."
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"Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns."
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"They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."
Dream
"It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream."
Dream
"Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of 'Artist.'"
Nature
"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."
Power
"The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world."
Death
"Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears."
Beauty
"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?"
Death
"The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be."
Genius
"That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful."
Beauty
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary."
Poetry
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