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"Like a deep sad noteplayed beneath the oceanwaving through the orbthe memories of youthe bittersweet echoesinfixed forever in my heart."
Pawan Mishra
"Like a deep sad noteplayed beneath the oceanwaving through the orbthe memories of youthe bittersweet echoesinfixed forever in my heart."
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"It's not good to dig in the past, raise the ghost up from the grave, and have it walk with the flesh."
Anthony Liccione
"It's not good to dig in the past, raise the ghost up from the grave, and have it walk with the flesh."
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"Ellington Feint was a line in my mind running right down the middle of my life, separating the formal training of my childhood and the territory of the rest of my days. She was an axis, and at that moment and for many moments afterward, my entire world revolved around her."
Lemony Snicket
"Ellington Feint was a line in my mind running right down the middle of my life, separating the formal training of my childhood and the territory of the rest of my days. She was an axis, and at that moment and for many moments afterward, my entire world revolved around her."
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"Perhaps it was an afterimage, I decided, or a ghost: something that had stirred in my mind, for a moment, so powerfully that I believed it to be real, but now was gone, and faded into the past like a memory forgotten, or a shadow into the dusk."
Neil Gaiman
"Perhaps it was an afterimage, I decided, or a ghost: something that had stirred in my mind, for a moment, so powerfully that I believed it to be real, but now was gone, and faded into the past like a memory forgotten, or a shadow into the dusk."
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"Scent is the strongest tie to memory."
Maggie Stiefvater
"Scent is the strongest tie to memory."
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"What people had had shed and left-a pair of shoes, a shooting cap, some faded skirts and coats in wardrobes-those alone kept the human shape and in the emptiness indicated how once they were filled and animated; how once hands were busy with hooks and buttons; how once the looking-glass had held a face; had held a world hollowed out in which a figure turned, a hand flashed, the door opened, in came children rushing and tumbling; and went out again. Now, day after day, light turned, like a flower reflected in water, its sharp image on the wall opposite. Only the shadows of the trees, flourishing in the wind, made obeisance on the wall, and for a moment darkened the pool in which light reflected itself; or birds, flying, made a soft spot flutter slowly across the bedroom floor."
Virginia Woolf
"What people had had shed and left-a pair of shoes, a shooting cap, some faded skirts and coats in wardrobes-those alone kept the human shape and in the emptiness indicated how once they were filled and animated; how once hands were busy with hooks and buttons; how once the looking-glass had held a face; had held a world hollowed out in which a figure turned, a hand flashed, the door opened, in came children rushing and tumbling; and went out again. Now, day after day, light turned, like a flower reflected in water, its sharp image on the wall opposite. Only the shadows of the trees, flourishing in the wind, made obeisance on the wall, and for a moment darkened the pool in which light reflected itself; or birds, flying, made a soft spot flutter slowly across the bedroom floor."
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"How far removed in time must an event be for us to remember it? How far for memory's longing to be no longer able to seize it? Most people have a limit in this respect: what lies too near them in time they cannot remember, nor what lies too remote. I know no limit. What was experienced yesterday, I push back a thousand years in time, and remember as if it were yesterday."
Soren Kierkegaard
"How far removed in time must an event be for us to remember it? How far for memory's longing to be no longer able to seize it? Most people have a limit in this respect: what lies too near them in time they cannot remember, nor what lies too remote. I know no limit. What was experienced yesterday, I push back a thousand years in time, and remember as if it were yesterday."
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"She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless."
Veronica Roth
"She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless."
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"She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with walls and become a house she can live in. Because if the tottering structure of her memories collapses like a clumsily pitched tent, all that Tamina will be left with is the present, that invisible point, that nothingness moving slowly toward death."
Milan Kundera
"She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with walls and become a house she can live in. Because if the tottering structure of her memories collapses like a clumsily pitched tent, all that Tamina will be left with is the present, that invisible point, that nothingness moving slowly toward death."
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"Few things are more deceptive than memories."
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
"Few things are more deceptive than memories."
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"Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory."
Haruki Murakami
"Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory."
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"The darling mispronunciations of childhood! - dear me, there's no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again."
Mark Twain
"The darling mispronunciations of childhood! - dear me, there's no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again."
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"And like an aviator who rolls painfully along the ground until, abruptly, he breaks away from it, I felt myself being slowly lifted towards the silent peaks of memory."
Marcel Proust
"And like an aviator who rolls painfully along the ground until, abruptly, he breaks away from it, I felt myself being slowly lifted towards the silent peaks of memory."
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"Hatred can't erase love memories.You need to focus on anything else."
Toba Beta
"Hatred can't erase love memories.You need to focus on anything else."
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"People change us. It is a rare, if not an impossible occurrence, that we come out of relationships unscathed. In our dealings with people we take something with us and we leave something behind. Some people are haunted more than others, either by the sweet perfume of another or the stink of regret."
Donna Lynn Hope
"People change us. It is a rare, if not an impossible occurrence, that we come out of relationships unscathed. In our dealings with people we take something with us and we leave something behind. Some people are haunted more than others, either by the sweet perfume of another or the stink of regret."
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"Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance."
Haruki Murakami
"Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance."
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"The days of my youth, as I look back on them; seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitive scraps like those morning snow storms of used tissue paper that a train passenger sees whirling in the wake of the observation can."
Vladimir Nabokov
"The days of my youth, as I look back on them; seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitive scraps like those morning snow storms of used tissue paper that a train passenger sees whirling in the wake of the observation can."
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"Forgive, I hope you won't be upset, but when I was a boy I used to look up and see you behind your desk, so near but far away, and, how can I say this, I used to think that you were Mrs. God, and that the library was a whole world, and that no matter what part of the world or what people or thing I wanted to see and read, you'd find and give it to me."
Ray Bradbury
"Forgive, I hope you won't be upset, but when I was a boy I used to look up and see you behind your desk, so near but far away, and, how can I say this, I used to think that you were Mrs. God, and that the library was a whole world, and that no matter what part of the world or what people or thing I wanted to see and read, you'd find and give it to me."
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"My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past."
Munia Khan
"My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past."
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"There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished. And this knowledge began to pull Hollis apart, with a slow, quivering precision."
Ray Bradbury
"There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished. And this knowledge began to pull Hollis apart, with a slow, quivering precision."
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"Memories are like dreams. You remember how you got to the front of the classroom with no clothes on."
Maggie Stiefvater
"Memories are like dreams. You remember how you got to the front of the classroom with no clothes on."
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"No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns."
Ray Bradbury
"No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns."
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"The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing with the utmost zest all my life, and I have reason to believe that this almost pathological keenness of the retrospective faculty is a hereditary trait."
Vladimir Nabokov
"The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing with the utmost zest all my life, and I have reason to believe that this almost pathological keenness of the retrospective faculty is a hereditary trait."
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"A song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it."
Sarah Dessen
"A song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it."
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"Her eyes in the half-light suggested night and violets, and for a moment he stirred again to that half-forgotten remoteness of the afternoon."
F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Her eyes in the half-light suggested night and violets, and for a moment he stirred again to that half-forgotten remoteness of the afternoon."
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"There's a taste in the air, sweet and vaguely antiseptic, that reminds him of his teenage years in these streets, and of a general state of longing, a hunger for life to begin that from this distance seems like happiness."
"There's a taste in the air, sweet and vaguely antiseptic, that reminds him of his teenage years in these streets, and of a general state of longing, a hunger for life to begin that from this distance seems like happiness."
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"In memory, she lived and moved and laughed, but all that a photograph could offer was one frozen moment of a life."
Dean Koontz
"In memory, she lived and moved and laughed, but all that a photograph could offer was one frozen moment of a life."
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"Strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day..."
John Geddes
"Strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day..."
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"The marks we leave are too often scars."
John Green
"The marks we leave are too often scars."
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"Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ..."
John Geddes
"Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ..."
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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."
Veronica Roth
"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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"Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about."
John Green
"Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about."
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"Besides the gifts, the only thing that gave the headstones colour were the memories family and friends had of the people they represented."
S. A. Tawks
"Besides the gifts, the only thing that gave the headstones colour were the memories family and friends had of the people they represented."
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"Things come into your memory even when you don't want them to, that is because 'pratikraman dosh' is pending (mistake for which pratikraman was not done yet)."
Dada Bhagwan
"Things come into your memory even when you don't want them to, that is because 'pratikraman dosh' is pending (mistake for which pratikraman was not done yet)."
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"Memory may be pig-headed and want us to follow its whims along the blips and dips of our time line. ['All the words he always wanted to tell her.']"
Erik Pevernagie
"Memory may be pig-headed and want us to follow its whims along the blips and dips of our time line. ['All the words he always wanted to tell her.']"
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"I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies - every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost."
Vladimir Nabokov
"I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies - every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost."
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"The smell of tobacco usually reminded Mirabelle of being a child " coming downstairs in the morning when the dinner party her parents had hosted the night before was cleared away, but the scent of cigars still lingered."
Sara Sheridan
"The smell of tobacco usually reminded Mirabelle of being a child " coming downstairs in the morning when the dinner party her parents had hosted the night before was cleared away, but the scent of cigars still lingered."
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"I thought of myself mixing the fragrance of a certain day " the heavy musk of the hillside after the rain with the lightness of fresh blossoms doused in the downpour. I thought of each little bottle as the essence of a happy day or a sad one. I mixed the scent of a lonely moment " sandalwood and bergamot lingering over a rich, peppery base."
Sara Sheridan
"I thought of myself mixing the fragrance of a certain day " the heavy musk of the hillside after the rain with the lightness of fresh blossoms doused in the downpour. I thought of each little bottle as the essence of a happy day or a sad one. I mixed the scent of a lonely moment " sandalwood and bergamot lingering over a rich, peppery base."
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"What I learn today I shall know forever. Whether or not I remember that I know it is a different story."
Richelle E. Goodrich
"What I learn today I shall know forever. Whether or not I remember that I know it is a different story."
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"It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh."
Sara Sheridan
"It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh."
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"I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams."
F. Scott Fitzgerald
"I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams."
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"You see yourself as if old and wise.I see you really miss your childhood."
Toba Beta
"You see yourself as if old and wise.I see you really miss your childhood."
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"I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten."
John Green
"I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten."
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"Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning she haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again."
John Green
"Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning she haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again."
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"I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer -- and what trees and seasons smelled like -- how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich."
John Steinbeck
"I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer -- and what trees and seasons smelled like -- how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich."
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"Remembering our loved ones is breathing life into their fading images, that we might once more see their faces and pass along a tearful "I miss you."
Richelle E. Goodrich
"Remembering our loved ones is breathing life into their fading images, that we might once more see their faces and pass along a tearful "I miss you."
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"Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time."
Cecelia Ahern
"Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time."
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"Something weird moved through me, a feeling of familiarity, and as I stood in front of my locker, I found myself thinking of the one bright thing in a past full of shadows and darkness.I thought about the boy who made my chest hurt, the one who'd promised forever.It had been four years since I'd seen him or even heard him speak. Four years of trying to erase everything that had to do with that portion of my childhood, but I remembered him. I wondered about him.How could I not? I always would.He had been the sole reason I survived the house we'd grown up in."
Jennifer L. Armentrout
"Something weird moved through me, a feeling of familiarity, and as I stood in front of my locker, I found myself thinking of the one bright thing in a past full of shadows and darkness.I thought about the boy who made my chest hurt, the one who'd promised forever.It had been four years since I'd seen him or even heard him speak. Four years of trying to erase everything that had to do with that portion of my childhood, but I remembered him. I wondered about him.How could I not? I always would.He had been the sole reason I survived the house we'd grown up in."
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"For how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them."
John Steinbeck
"For how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them."
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"The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow for lost banknotes."
Vladimir Nabokov
"The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow for lost banknotes."
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