“Don't be ashamed to weep. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.”— Brian Jacques, amazon.com
“A memory can be a marvelous getaway, but you must never make a home there.”— Beau Taplin, afadthatlastsforever.tumblr.com
“Remembering means taking the good with the bad, the happy with the sad. It means living in shades of grey, rather than in the shade of certainty.”— Jacob Geers, thoughtcatalog.com
“This is the use of memory: For liberation—not less of love but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the future as well as the past.”— T. S. Eliot, amazon.com
“As artists, we must learn to be self-nourishing. We must become alert enough to consciously replenish our creative resources as we draw on them — to restock the trout pond, so to speak. I call this process 'filling the well.' Filling the well involves the active pursuit of images to refresh our arti…”— Julia Cameron, amazon.com
“And it is not yet enough to have memories. You must be able to forget them when they are many, and you must have the immense patience to wait until they return. For the memories themselves are not important. Only when they have changed into our very blood, into glance and gesture, and are nameless,…”— Rainer Maria Rilke, amazon.com
“Pleasure in this respect is like photography. What we take, in the presence of the beloved object, is merely a negative, which we develop later, when we are back at home, and have once again found at our disposal that inner dark-room the entrance to which is barred to us so long as we are with other…”— Marcel Proust, amazon.com
“His memories had increasingly occurred to him without context, outside of linear time, like single poems on sheets of computer paper, instead of pages from a book with the page number and book title on top.”— Tao Lin, amazon.com
“For now, though, he'd just have to add her name to the list of people he cared about who'd moved on. It was getting to be a long list, and it contained some pretty important names. In time, he thought, Aimee would probably seem like a footnote, but just now her absence felt bigger than that, like ma…”— Tom Perrotta, amazon.com
“Lux's gyrations on the roof so long ago; and even now, if we were to be honest with ourselves, we would have to admit that it is always that pale wraith we make love to, always her feet snagged in the gutter, always her single blooming hand steadying itself against the chimney, no matter what our pr…”— Jeffrey Eugenides, amazon.com