“Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty.” LiteratureMemoriesCareersTruth IsDemandEdgesNightmareNervesLiving On Author:Herbert Gold
“Time does not act on memory to soften the edges, blur the details; if anything, it sharpens them. Emotions may lose their acid outlines, but not places and people, not if you wish to retain them.” PeopleIfsMayDoeWishLosesMemoriesEmotionEdgesDetailsAcidOutlinesBlur Book:Mosaic Source: Mosaic
“For children, childhood is timeless. It is always the present. Everything is in the present tense. Of course, they have memories. Of course, time shifts a little for them and Christmas comes round in the end. But they don't feel it. Today is what they feel, and when they say 'When I grow up,' there is always an edge of disbelief - how could they ever be other than what they are?” FeelsChildrenLittlesEndsTodayCoursesGrowsMemoriesGrowing UpChildhoodRoundsEdgesTimelessTenseDisbeliefPresent Tense Author:Ian Mcewan
“On the way I stood a moment looking out across the marshes with tall cattails, a patch of water, more marsh, then the woods with a few birch trees shining white at the edge on beyond. In the darkness it all looked just like I felt. Wet and swampy and gloomy, very gloomy. In the morning I painted it. My memory of it is that it was probably my best painting that summer.” WayMomentsFeltWaterMemoriesWhiteMorningDarknessTreePaintingSummerShiningEdgesWoodsTallWetPatchesGloomyMarshesBirch Trees Author:Georgia O'Keeffe
“One of my earliest memories is of seeing my mother in her beach chair, reading a book under an umbrella by the water's edge while my sisters and I played beside her. Of all the life lessons she taught me, that is one of my favorites: to take time at a place I love, restore my spirit with books and the beach.” BookSpiritMotherReadingWaterMemoriesSeeingTaughtLessonsEdgesBeachChairsMy SisterLife LessonTake TimeUmbrella Author:Luanne Rice
“Time goes on, and your life is still there, and you have to live it. After a while you remember the good things more often than the bad. Then, gradually, the empty silent parts of you fill up with sounds of talking and laughter again, and the jagged edges of sadness are softened by memories.” StillsRememberLife IsSoundMemoriesTalkingSadnessGoes OnLaughterEmptyGood ThingsSilentEdgesTime Goes OnJagged Edge Book:Looking Back: A Book of Memories Source: Looking Back: A Book of Memories