Have you every clawed at the gates of your memory, desperately trying to grab a piece that’s slowly disappearing? Have you ever run into the fog chasing someone who is becoming one with it? Have you revisited your most difficult hour only ‘cause you need your heart to ache, your body convulse? If you have then you know that pain makes us powerfully alive even if it breaks our hearts over and over again. The compulsion to chase a painful fading memory is all but human. It cannot be fought. It shouldn’t. . Nidhie Sharma
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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T.S. Eliot
It frightens me that I can't do anything sensible about it."" Are you scared that you'll wind up with a boring job where you have to see the same people every day and drink instant coffee?"" I'm more scared that I'll forget the feeling I...
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Gunnar Ardelius
The days aren't discarded or collected, they are beesthat burned with sweetness or maddenedthe sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net. They don't fall drop by drop from...
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Pablo Neruda
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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Anonymous
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain
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Aeschylus
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Memories, they make us who were are, slowly etching themselves into our faces, one wrinkle at a time. Every wrinkle…a memory of someone we loved, of someone we lost, of the lives we wished we’d lived, of the things we did..both right and wrong
