“Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.” WorldMomentsLightFallMemoriesMovementParticularWindShadowCloudsGapsValleysNow And ThenSunlightShiftingPatchesSealsIlluminatingOvercast Author:Tan Twan Eng
“Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.” LightMemoriesSleepBreakMorningBrokenIceLockedRemembranceShelvesArcticMorning Light Book:The Garden of Evening Mists Source: The Garden of Evening Mists
“I have become a collapsing star, pulling everything around it, even the light, into an ever-expanding void. Once I lose all ability to communicate with the world outside myself, nothing will be left but what I remember. My memories will be like a sandbar, cut off from the shore by the incoming tide. In time they will become submerged, inaccessible to me. The prospect terrified me. For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.” WorldPersonsLightPastRememberLeftStarsLosesMemoriesAbilityCuttingIdentityCommunicateGhostShoreVoidTidesTrappedPullingTerrifiedExpandingInaccessibleSubmergedAbility To Communicate Book:The Garden of Evening Mists Source: The Garden of Evening Mists
