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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
songs
remember
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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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memories
tales
share
lose
remember
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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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humor
alice-in-wonderland
french
remember
lewis-carroll
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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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persistence
hurts
stephen-king
novels
requirements
talent
misery
remember
scars
writers
memory
stories
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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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war
history
books
burial
history-repeating-itself
winning
generations
remember
lonely
grave
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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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loss
love
jodi-picoult
plain-truth
wish
remember
sad
memory
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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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life
happens
world-moves
minutes
minute
matter
moments
think
know
remember
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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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romantic
love
i-love-you
star-wars
remember
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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
life
days
remorse
running
drunk
remember
forget
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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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secret
life
remember
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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
sadness
traumatic
remember
memory-loss
remembering
ptsd
trauma
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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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sophie
me
remember
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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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reality
remember
memory
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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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love
inside
tonight
remember
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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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remember
journey
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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
reunion
remember
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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time
wonder
i-don-t-know
lives
remember
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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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red
dress
fire
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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moving-on
past
hurt
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
photo-album
photograph
think
noir
remember
sad
memory
nostalgia
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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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i-wouldn-t-lie-down
something-to-offer
desperate
howling
voices
throat
sky
intensity
visions
remember
loud
city
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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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love
figure
walked-away
face
remember
longing
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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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time
memoryes
remember
remembering
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Richard Llewellyn |
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. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them.
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human
love
perish
remembrance
remember
memory
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Denis Johnson |
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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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part-of-me
take-away
steal
ourselves
self
remember
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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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pain
depression
sorrow
stillness
contemplate
awaken
full
numb
wakefulness
remember
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Robin Hobb |
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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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mourning
grief
depression
family
friendship
professional
the-past
melancholy
reflection
regret
remember
dead
sad
lost
mental-illness
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Dennis Lehane |
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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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want
sorrow
distract
empty
fond
fondness
have
sigh
seek
miss
remember
reminiscence
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Robin Hobb |
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Leave old pains alone. When they cease coming to call, do not invite them back.
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pain
memories
honesty
truth
invite
ponder
summon
pains
remember
reminiscence
memory
|
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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time
history
writing
reality
past
change
capture
fade
fled
hold-on
preserve
write
remember
flower
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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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loss
travel
cape-breton
nova-scotia
moving
leaving
home
scary
remember
memory
scared
nostalgia
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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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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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universal
popularity
remember
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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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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Trust your weapon, it is almost certainly smarter than you are. Remember this and you may yet live.
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trust
weapon
remember
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John Scalzi |
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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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family
friendship
imaginary-companion
imaginary-playmate
invisible-friend
pretend-friend
sydney-tar-ponds
imaginary-friend
cape-breton
nova-scotia
call
telephone
dysfunctional-families
eighteen
pretend
canada
conversation
friend
talk
girl
mom
mother
invisible
remember
phone
|
Rebecca McNutt |
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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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saved
remember
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James Baldwin |
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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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eskimo
culture
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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world
rare
hero
remember
forget
madmen
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James Baldwin |
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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 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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thor
best
bebbanburg
frowning
puzzlement
touched
were
mine
odin
certainty
laughing
me
gods
son
moment
mistakes
remember
sudden
fight
swords
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Bernard Cornwell |
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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
once-in-a-lifetime
preservation
spoiled
never-again
remember
sad
|
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
remember
pride
|
Francine Rivers |
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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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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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present
parting
gift
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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loss
love
georgina
harry
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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work
life
busy
taught
remember
forget
|
Mitch Albom |
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It will be as if we never existed if our history cannot be read.
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|
life-quotes
legacy
writing-down
remember
memory
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Minette Walters |
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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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|
ill
time
death
share
remember
thought
dying
memory
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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
the-inside-of-skin
too-dark
examination
remember
eyes
|
China Miéville |