Posts tagged: memory

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again
Charles Bukowski 
Here I am: a bundle of past recollections and future dreams knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh.
Sylvia Plath 
In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.
Don Draper 
When I put down my pen I meant to put away my memories with it. They had had days, weeks, months to settle, but in the end they didn’t.
L. P. Hartley, The Go-Between
From the moment I met her I thought - you too? And I could see by the look in her eyes that she also felt it.

Heft, Liz Moore

These words punched me straight in the gut. 

Over the course of my life I have been lucky enough to meet several people (some have left, others have stuck around) with whom I have shared a connection that was recognized immediately. Soul mates, if you will.  But not in the romantic, one person who was put on this earth just for me, way. Because I don’t believe in that. But more in the you are my kindred spirit, a friend, and you understand because you’ve been there too way. I think it’s the sad parts, the scars, the lonely places in our histories that tie us together more often than the happy things. It is equal parts terrifying and a huge relief to know someone before you even really know them. You know?

“A book is not company. We engage with it, argue with it, carry it around in our pockets and minds, are haunted by memories of it for years. But it doesn’t argue back, doesn’t engage, never inquires how our day has been, gives only what it wishes. Books are selfish. Everything, every word, is on their terms.

That’s what I like about them.”

—Rick Gekoski, writing in the Guardian


These are my favorite kind of books: ones that have been around long enough to gather a second story in addition to the one they contain.  Sometimes when I’m studying at the library a certain book will catch my eye and I’ll spend a few minutes paging through it, wondering who else’s fingers have brushed its surface.

These are my favorite kind of books: ones that have been around long enough to gather a second story in addition to the one they contain.  Sometimes when I’m studying at the library a certain book will catch my eye and I’ll spend a few minutes paging through it, wondering who else’s fingers have brushed its surface.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mending whole was good as new. What is broken is broken – and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

Emily Lopez 

I agreed with this until I found something worth fixing.

True life: awkward situations.

True life: awkward situations.

Always thinking, “Oh shit will the professor like me?” and “Do I look cute enough for this class?”

Always thinking, “Oh shit will the professor like me?” and “Do I look cute enough for this class?”