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I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.
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moving-on
memories
future
past
homelessness
belonging
leaving
attachment
uncertainty
roots
home
reminiscence
memory
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Beryl Markham |
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And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet I would remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
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sunset
dragons
reminiscence
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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There were so many of these moments that could never be captured accurately, even in the camcorder, only in the heart.
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memories
moments
reminiscence
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Phyllis Reynolds Naylor |
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The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; they huddled round a burning log, leaned on a certain table, or listened to those certain songs.
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memories
past
reminiscence
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Beryl Markham |
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[O]ne has to have endured a few decades before wanting, let alone needing, to embark on the project of recovering lost life. And I think it may be possible to review 'the chronicles of wasted time.' William Morris wrote in that men fight for things and then lose the battle, only to win it again in a shape and form that they had not expected, and then be compelled again to defend it under another name. We are all of us very good at self-persuasion and I strive to be alert to its traps, but a version of what Hegel called 'the cunning of history' is a parallel commentary that I fight to keep alive in my mind.
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history
life
battles
hegel
self-persuasion
william-morris
self-delusion
reminiscence
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Christopher Hitchens |
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"The cloudless day is richer at its close; A golden glory settles on the lea; Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool repose To mellowing landscape, and to calming sea. And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light, The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines; Freed form the noonday glare, the favour'd sight Increasing grace in earth and sky divines. But ere the purest radiance crowns the green, Or fairest lustre fills th' expectant grove,
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nature
romance
sadness
love
love-lost
lustre
pantheism
forest
melancholy
sky
twilight
reminiscence
memory
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H. P. Lovecraft |
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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
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Robin Hobb |
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The fifties are a peaceful time, a quiet sleeping time between two noisy bursts of years, a blue and white time filled with sweet yellow days, music and bright smelling memories.
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good
childhood-memory
the-fifties
reminiscence
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David Gerrold |
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"He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. "Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see."
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remembering
reminiscence
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Arthur Golden |
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Or poking through a house, in closets shut for years, Full of the scent of time - acrid, musky, dank, One comes, perhaps, upon a flask of memories In whose escaping scent a soul returns to life. -
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reminiscence
scent
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Charles Baudelaire |
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How embarrassing that she ever did something that silly. But, good God, she was seventeen. At that age, we're mostly high-pitched and crazy. All urgent chemicals raging around the blood course. And that's why we do dangerous and embarrassing things, as if simultaneously we're immortal and going to die tomorrow. And that's why we look back on that time so fondly from the dimmer years to come. Remembering the days when we were like Greek gods. Mighty and idiotic.
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teenagers
teens
remembering
reminiscence
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Charles Frazier |
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I'll never miss a chance to remind you of what a brat you were. A gloriously beautiful and very spoiled brat. I was utterly charmed by your complete self-absorption. It was rather like courting a cat.
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love
brat
glorious
narcissim
poke-fun
pursue
remind
self-absorption
spoled
tease
cat
woo
chance
narcissistic
narcissus
charm
court
like
joke
reminiscence
courtship
wooing
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Robin Hobb |
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"Herault, Fabre thinks: and his mind drifts back--as it tends to, these days-- to the Cafe du Foy. He'd been giving readings from his latest--Augusta was dying the death at the Italiens--and in came this huge, rough-looking boy, shoe-horned into a lawyer's black suit, whom he'd made a sketch of in the street, ten years before. The boy had developed this upper-class drawl, and he'd talked about Herault--"his looks are impeccable, he's well traveled, he's pursued by all the ladies at Court"--and beside Danton had been this fey wide-eyed egotist who had turned out to be half the city's extramarital interest. The years pass ... plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose ..."
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