„Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it- memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.“
— Tad Williams novelist 1957
Context: “Never make your home in a place,” the old man had said, too lazy in the spring warmth to do more than wag a finger. “Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish it—memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things.” Morgenes had grinned. “That way it will go with you wherever you journey. You’ll never lack for a home—unless you lose your head, of course...” Chapter 42, “Beneath the Uduntree” (p. 718).
„I shall never deny what you deserve, my queen,
never regret my memories of Dido, not while I
can recall myself and draw the breath of life.“
— Virgil Ancient Roman poet -70 - -19 avant J.-C.
Lines 334–336 (tr. Fagles); Aeneas to Dido.
„The scene I had just witnessed brought back a lot of memories — not of things I have done but of things I have failed to do, wasted hours and frustrated moments and opportunities forever lost because time had eaten so much of my life and I would never get it back.“
— Hunter S. Thompson American journalist and author 1937 - 2005
„The mind has so many pictures
Why can't I sleep with my eyes open?
The mind has so many memories
Can you remember what it looks like when I cry?I'm trying, trying to tell you
All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue
But no words ever could sell you
Sell you on me after all that I have done.“
— Rufus Wainwright American-Canadian singer-songwriter and composer 1973
The One You Love
— Paul Sophus Epstein Russian-American mathematician 1883 - 1966
Jesse W. M. DuMond, Paul Sophus Epstein http://www.nap.edu/openbook.php?record_id=568&page=147, in Biographical Memoirs V.45, National Academy of Sciences (NAS), published by National Academies Press (1974), , p. 140
— Louisa May Alcott American novelist 1832 - 1888
„p>The bull does not know you, nor the fig tree,
nor the horses, nor the ants in your own house.
The child and the afternoon do not know you
because you have died forever.The shoulder of the stone does not know you
nor the black silk on which you are crumbling.
Your silent memory does not know you
because you have died forever.The autumn will come with conches,
misty grapes and clustered hills,
but no one will look into your eyes
because you have died forever.Because you have died for ever,
like all the dead of the earth,
like all the dead who are forgotten
in a heap of lifeless dogs.Nobody knows you. No. But I sing of you.
For posterity I sing of your profile and grace.
Of the signal maturity of your understanding.
Of your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth.
Of the sadness of your once valiant gaiety.</p“
— Federico García Lorca Spanish poet, dramatist and theatre director 1898 - 1936
Llanto por Ignacio Sanchez Mejias (1935)
„Lord Peter Wimsey: I have the most ill-regulated memory. It does those things which it ought not to do and leaves undone the things it ought to have done. But it has not yet gone on strike altogether.“
— Dorothy L. Sayers English crime writer, playwright, essayist and Christian writer 1893 - 1957
„I saw the business of writing for what it truly was and is to me. It is your penance for not being lucky. It is an attempt to reach others and to make them love you. It is your instinctive protest, when you find you have no voice at the world's tribunals, and that no one will speak for you. I would give my entire output of words, past, present, and to come, in exchange for easier access to the world, for permission to state "I hurt" or "I hate" or "I want." Or, indeed, "Look at me." And I do not go back on this. For once a thing is known it can never be unknown. It can only be forgotten. And writing is the enemy of forgetfulness, of thoughtlessness. For the writer there is no oblivion. Only endless memory.“
— Anita Brookner British novelist and art historian. 1928 - 2016