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When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.
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music
remember
songs
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Rob Sheffield |
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Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.
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lose
memories
remember
share
tales
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Mitch Albom |
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Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing-- turn your toes out when you walk--- And remember who you are!
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alice-in-wonderland
french
humor
lewis-carroll
remember
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Lewis Carroll |
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Writers remember everything...especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar. Art consists of the persistence of memory.
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hurts
memory
misery
novels
persistence
remember
requirements
scars
stephen-king
stories
talent
writers
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Stephen King |
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We're going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we're doing, you can say, We're remembering. That's where we'll win out in the long run. And someday we'll remember so much that we'll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up.
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books
burial
generations
grave
history
history-repeating-itself
lonely
remember
war
winning
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Ray Bradbury |
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If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?
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jodi-picoult
loss
love
memory
plain-truth
remember
sad
wish
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Jodi Picoult |
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Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.
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last-words
remember
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John Green |
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Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?
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happens
know
life
matter
minute
minutes
moments
remember
think
world-moves
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Jodi Picoult |
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"Bet you can't even name one romantic movie you like," she teased. She felt smug when a few minutes went by and Oliver was still unable to name one romantic movie he could profess to enjoy. The Empire Strikes Back," Oliver finally declared, tapping his horn at a Prius that wandered over the line. The Empire Strikes Back? The Star Wars movie? That's not romantic!" Schuyler huffed, fiddling with the air conditioner controls. Au contraire, my dear, it's very romantic. The last scene, you know, when they're about to put Han in that freezing cryogenic chamber or whatever? Remember?" Schuyler mmm-hmmmed. And Leia leans over the ledge and says, 'I love you.'" That's cheesy, not romatic," Schuyler argued, although she did like that part. Let me explain. What's romantic is what Han says back. Remember what he says to her? After she says 'I love you'?" Schuyler grinned. Maybe Oliver had a point. "Han says, 'I know.'" Exactly," Oliver tapped the wheel. "He doesn't have to say anything so trite as 'I love you." Because that's already understood. And that's romantic."
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i-love-you
love
remember
romantic
star-wars
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Melissa de la Cruz |
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The book was turned to the page with Anne Frank's name, but what got me about it was the fact that right beneath her name there were four Aron Franks. FOUR. Four Aron Franks without museums, without historical markers, without anyone to mourn them. I silently resolved to remember and pray for the four Aron Franks as long as I was around.
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inspirational
mourn
pray
remember
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John Green |
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I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.
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|
bottle
days
drunk
forget
life
remember
remorse
running
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Mitch Albom |
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Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.
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life
remember
secret
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Gregory Maguire |
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There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.
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memories
memory-loss
ptsd
remember
remembering
sadness
trauma
traumatic
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Katie McGarry |
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It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be... Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight. I'm old.
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me
remember
sophie
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Sophie Kinsella |
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Memory warps time, as it does the sights and sounds and smells of reality; for what shapes it is emotion, which can twist what seems clear, just as the surface of a pond seems to bend the stick thrust into the water.
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memory
reality
remember
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Sherwood Smith |
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I don't ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight.
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inside
love
remember
tonight
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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What's 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 live...I'm too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and starting all over.
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fiction
remember
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Margaret Mitchell |
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We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be
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remember
white-cat
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Holly Black |
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"Will you remember this day, Gogol?" his father had asked, turning back to look at him, his hands pressed like earmuffs to either side of his head. "How long do I have to remember it?" Over the rise and fall of the wind, he could hear his father's laughter. He was standing there, waiting for Gogol to catch up, putting out a hand as Gogol drew near. "Try to remember it always," he said once Gogol reached him, leading him slowly back across the breakwater, to where his mother and Sonia stood waiting. "Remember that you and I made this journey, that we went together to a place where there was nowhere left to go."
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journey
remember
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Jhumpa Lahiri |
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Oak, granite, Lilies by the road, Remember me? I remember you. Clouds brushing Clover hills, Remember me? Sister, child, Grown tall, Remember me? I remember you.
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love
remember
reunion
sisters
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Gail Carson Levine |
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It makes me wonder, Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or forget things? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives? I don't know.
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i-don-t-know
lives
remember
time
wonder
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Markus Zusak |
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Your red dress,' she said, and laughed. But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.
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dress
fire
red
remember
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Jean Rhys |
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The past never went away and it was not designed to do so. It would always be there, and it should be acknowledged.
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hurt
moving-on
past
remember
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
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remember
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Cormac McCarthy |
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I'll remember you... I remember everyone I've lost.
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grief
loss
love
memory
noir
nostalgia
photo-album
photograph
remember
sad
think
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Rebecca McNutt |
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My mouth opened. It happened. Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling. Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.
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city
desperate
howling
i-wouldn-t-lie-down
intensity
loud
remember
sky
something-to-offer
throat
visions
voices
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Markus Zusak |
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It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the cafe, your figure, your dress, that I still see.
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face
figure
longing
love
remember
walked-away
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Franz Kafka |
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It is very strange to think back like this, although come to think of it, there is no fence or hedge round Time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.
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memoryes
remember
remembering
time
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Richard Llewellyn |
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We are, at least in part, who we remember ourselves to be. Take away our memories, and you take away our selves.
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ourselves
part-of-me
remember
self
steal
take-away
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Beth Revis |
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In the dead of night I stirred. Wakefulness flowed back into me. I was a cup full of sorrow, but that sorrow was stilled, like a pain that abates as long as one does not move.
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awaken
contemplate
depression
full
numb
pain
remember
sorrow
stillness
wakefulness
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Robin Hobb |
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. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them.
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human
love
memory
perish
remember
remembrance
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Denis Johnson |
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She said once that time is nothing to me but a series of bookmarks that I use to jump back and forth through the text of my life, returning again and again to the events that mark me in the eyes of my more astute colleagues, as bearing all the characteristics of the classic melancholic.
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dead
depression
family
friendship
grief
lost
melancholy
mental-illness
mourning
professional
reflection
regret
remember
sad
the-past
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Dennis Lehane |
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Leave old pains alone. When they cease coming to call, do not invite them back.
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honesty
invite
memories
memory
pain
pains
ponder
remember
reminiscence
summon
truth
|
Robin Hobb |
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...there was no point in sighing after what I could not have. It only distracted me from what I did have.
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|
distract
empty
fond
fondness
have
miss
remember
reminiscence
seek
sigh
sorrow
want
|
Robin Hobb |
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Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it. But like the flower, the past cannot be trapped that way. It loses its fragrance and and its vitality, its fragility becomes brittleness and its colors fade. And when next you look on the flower, you know that it is not at all what you sought to capture, that that moment has fled forever.
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|
capture
change
fade
fled
flower
history
hold-on
past
preserve
reality
remember
time
write
writing
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Robin Hobb |
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This is my home, Cape Breton is my home, and I don't know if I really want to leave it as much as I might think and I'm sort of scared to leave it all behind, everything I've lived with, I have so many memories of all the things I've done here and I'm afraid if I leave, I might lose all my memories...
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cape-breton
home
leaving
loss
memory
moving
nostalgia
nova-scotia
remember
scared
scary
travel
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Rebecca McNutt |
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"Do you ever go back?" Ruthann nods, "When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed."
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head-to
remember
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Jodi Picoult |
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Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never.
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|
murder
remember
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Elie Wiesel |
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Elisha,' he said, 'no matter what happens to me, where I go, what folks say about me, no matter what anybody says, you remember - please remember - I was saved. I was there.
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remember
saved
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James Baldwin |
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If the artist reflects only his own culture, then his works will die with that culture. But if his works reflect the eternal and universal, they will revive.
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popularity
remember
universal
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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"Amanda, you finally decided to answer the phone," her mom exclaimed after picking up at the first ring. "Where've you been, what've you been up to?" "Mom, do you remember when I was a kid, I had a friend, he was a Personification of the Sydney Tar Ponds, sort of my imaginary friend?" Mandy asked. "No, what in the name of god are you on about?" her mom sighed in exasperation. "Remember? Only I could see him, but he was real and he was my best friend when I was eighteen?" Mandy insisted. "No, I don't remember Alecto Sydney Steele at all," said her mom all too quickly."
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call
canada
cape-breton
conversation
dysfunctional-families
eighteen
family
friend
friendship
girl
imaginary-companion
imaginary-friend
imaginary-playmate
invisible
invisible-friend
mom
mother
nova-scotia
phone
pretend
pretend-friend
remember
sydney-tar-ponds
talk
telephone
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Trust your weapon, it is almost certainly smarter than you are. Remember this and you may yet live.
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remember
trust
weapon
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John Scalzi |
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"Yes, you are Eskimo," he had said. "And never forget it. We live as no other people can, for we truly understand the earth."
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culture
eskimo
remember
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Jean Craighead George |
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The difference between forgetting something and not remembering it is big enough to drive an eighteen-wheeler through.
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remember
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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The world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget. Heroes are rare.
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forget
hero
madmen
rare
remember
world
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James Baldwin |
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"No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That's rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen. "But people don't."
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e-m-forster
howards-end
never-again
once-in-a-lifetime
preservation
remember
sad
spoiled
|
E.M. Forster |
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Only later did he remember his pride-and the shattering cost of an illusive sense of freedom.
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freedom
illusive
pride
remember
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Francine Rivers |
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I remember laughing at that moment, and I remember my son frowning at me in puzzlement. What I remember best of all, though, was the sudden certainty that the gods were with me, that they would fight for me, that my sword would be their sword. 'We're going to win,' I told my son. I felt as if Odin or Thor had touched me. I had never felt more alive and never felt more certain. I knew there would be no more mistakes and that this was no dream. I had come to Bebbanburg and Bebbanburg would be mine.
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|
bebbanburg
best
certainty
fight
frowning
gods
laughing
me
mine
mistakes
moment
odin
puzzlement
remember
son
sudden
swords
thor
touched
were
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Bernard Cornwell |
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I suppose if we forgot stuff we'll never know we forgot it, because we won't remember
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memories
remember
remembering
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Pete Hautman |
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And I try to remember if this happened before, because this is a memory I would want to keep. But there is no echo of it in my mind.
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oblivion
remember
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Beth Revis |
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I bought this the day before at a shopping mall. I didn't want to forget him. Maybe I didn't want him to forget me.
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|
gift
parting
present
remember
|
Mitch Albom |
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|
We are doomed to remember what never really happened.
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remember
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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They were already out of her lands, and in another day Yorkshire would be behind them altogether. By the end of the week she'd be in London, resuming her life as if this trip had never happened. Three or four months from now, Harry, acting as her land steward, might write to ask if she wanted him to present his report on her lands in person. And she, having just returned from another soiree, might turn the letter over in her hand and muse, Harry Pye. Why, I once lay in his arms. I looked up into his illuminated face as he joined his flesh with mine, and I was alive. She might toss the letter on her desk and think, But that was so long ago now and in a different place. Perhaps it was only a dream. She might think that. George closed her eyes. Somehow she knew that there would never come a day when Harry Pye was not her first memory when she woke and her last thought as she drifted into sleep. She would remember him all the days of her life. Remember and regret.
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|
georgina
harry
loss
love
regret
remember
|
Elizabeth Hoyt |
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I fought...I fought and I fought...until I...couldn't remember any more.
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remember
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Robert Ludlum |
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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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busy
forget
life
remember
taught
work
|
Mitch Albom |
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I closed my eyes then but it was too dark to clearly see that vision that my body would conjure out of blood and the inside of skin when light hit it, but I'd seen it so often, examined it so carefully, that it wasn't hard for me to call to mind.
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call-to-mind
closed-eyes
conjuration
examination
eyes
remember
the-inside-of-skin
too-dark
|
China Miéville |
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If some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it. And I wanted to remember it for as long as I could.
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|
death
dying
ill
memory
remember
share
thought
time
|
Mitch Albom |
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|
It will be as if we never existed if our history cannot be read.
|
|
legacy
life-quotes
memory
remember
writing-down
|
Minette Walters |