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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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Personal Development
"By remembering it too often I have blurred the memory itself."
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Personal Development
"Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure."
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Personal Development
"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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Personal Development
"Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ..."
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Personal Development
"The marks we leave are too often scars."
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Personal Development
"Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a memory to you:the lover that recited love poems.I must go nowand I urge you not to look back."
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"Strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day..."
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"Nations it may be have fashioned their Governments, but the Governments have paid them back in the same coin."
Government
"It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth."
People
"History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird."
Art
"The last thing a woman will consent to discover in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage."
Courage
"A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space."
Time
"You can't, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty."
Care
"There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten - before the end is told - even if there happens to be any end to it."
Life
"They talk of a man betraying his country, his friends, his sweetheart. There must be a moral bond first. All a man can betray is his conscience."
Friendship
"For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness."
Love
"Any work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line."
Art
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