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“He always crosses her mind in the oddest moments of her life A dream of him is good enough for her In a simple dream she saw his face and heard his voice At this moment it's clear All the feelings for him are very much real and alive If only he knew If only he was hers If only he felt the same She has no idea If only there were together Emotions like these weren't made to be unrequited”

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Author:Kabashe Pillay
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“In Absentia by Stewart Stafford Marbled mirror's stubbled face, Hollow grimace back at me, Each line a verdict crease, From a rigged jury decree. Denial's chant, the siren's call, Dared me to climb meeker backs, Those perps and their victims, The fading dust upon the tracks. Deep scars from a traitor's blade, Like from some coroner's skit, Staggering down memory lane, Déjà vu choking on a peach pit. Then karma's trapdoor gives, The past is not a partner sparred, Hubris's caw now a trembling chick, Wet rope creaks in hangman's yard. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another...We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows?...Perhaps one day even I will be famous. Perhaps more famous than you.' 'I doubt it.' Odysseus shrugs. 'We cannot say. We are men only, a brief flare of the torch. Those to come may raise us or lower us as they please. Patroclus may be such as will rise in the future.' 'He is not.”

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Book:The Song of Achilles
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“Both past and future are but illusions, mere phantoms birthed by the wanderer mind. They are echoes and whispers, devoid of the tangible solidity of the present moment. We become the masters of time, not by traversing its illusory breadth, but by plunging into the depth of the present moment.”

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Book:The Power of the Present: A Stoic's Guide to Unyielding Focus
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“The Reaping by Stewart Stafford Paint a nostalgic landscape today, A harvest gifted once in this way, Stranger's yields come to pass, Only that season's memory lasts. A fallow field to revisit in time, Golden reaping of a private mind, As gleaners, newcomers gather, Reminiscence thickens to slather. As the body grows old like the land, With crop circles on backs of hands, In solstice, your seed does replenish, Past where scars of life can blemish. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“The lamp of your memory keeps burning. Time is passing by, and it will continue to pass. One day, your time will come; do not be sad. Just keep observing; whatever appears before you is also a part of life’s journey. There is a significant event happening with you, and you are not realizing it. Be content and observe; good times are worth waiting for. The success of small objectives is achieved in a short time. Great successes come after a long time. You are a doctor; you understand that vegetables cook quickly, but diamonds and jewels are formed after centuries.”

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Book:Anonymous Writer: Gumnaam Adeeb: Letters to Wasif Ali Wasif
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“When was the moment, I don’t know when, with all my remembrances I can’t find it; maybe it was during our dance, or maybe it was some morning as a breeze of air shook the sun’s light; maybe it was one of those nights of hugging when we reached our ripeness and the earth turned past it; maybe we were asleep. Really how life gets on is a secret, you only know your memory, and it makes its own time. The real time leads you along and you never know when it happens, the best that can be is come and gone.”

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Author:E. L. Doctorow
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“I think that it is right and renewing to remember acts of love because, in the relative brevity of our lives, there is not time enough for loving. Until I brought myself back to recall that exuberant pleasure, I had almost forgotten about it, placed it, as I said, on the shelf, somewhere in my memory. One should be less mean with one’s memory of love, bring it out now and then, let it glow inside one as a positive element of our experiences to be cherished and to be grateful for. It is all too easy in troubled and preoccupied times to forget the blessings.”

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Book:The Shelf
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“Monotony collapses time; novelty unfolds it. You can exercise daily and eat healthily and live a long life, while experiencing a short one. If you spend your life sitting in a cubicle and passing papers, one day is bound to blend unmemorably into the next - and disappear. That's why it's so important to change routines regularly, and take vacations to exotic locales, and have as many new experiences as possible that can serve to anchor our memories. Creating new memories stretches out psychological time, and lengthens our perception of our lives.”

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Book:Moonwalking with Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything
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“A jewelry box? Ballerinas? She'd been such an active girl that any jewelry she'd been given would have been lost or broken right away. It was Faye Marie who'd loved- "My sister," she gasped, then louder. "My sister!" She clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. "My lord, I beg pardon of you, but you're mistaken. I believe you gifted that treasure box to my older sister, Faye Marie. She's the one who loved ballerinas. I was obsessed with-" "Pegasus." The old justice's eyes melted from cold to kindness. "It was a trick question. I'd forgotten your birthday was so close to mine, and shared my spice cake out of pure guilt." His lined face wrinkled as he smiled with a fond memory. "You were a kind little soul, unspoiled for a girl raised in such wealth. You forgave me instantly and informed me that spice cake was, indeed, your favorite present ever received.”

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Book:The Highwayman
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“Our great mistake in education is, as it seems to me, the worship of book-learning–the confusion of instruction and education. We strain the memory instead of cultivating the mind. The children in our elementary schools are wearied by the mechanical act of writing, and the interminable intricacies of spelling; they are oppressed by columns of dates, by lists of kings and places, which convey no definite idea to their minds, and have no near relation to their daily wants and occupations; while in our public schools the same unfortunate results are produced by the weary monotony of Latin and Greek grammar. We ought to follow exactly the opposite course with children–to give them a wholesome variety of mental food, and endeavor to cultivate their tastes, rather than to fill their minds with dry facts. The important thing is not so much that every child should be taught, as that every child should be given the wish to learn. What does it matter if the pupil know a little more or a little less? A boy who leaves school knowing much, but hating his lessons, will soon have forgotten almost all he ever learned; while another who had acquired a thirst for knowledge, even if he had learned little, would soon teach himself more than the first ever knew.”

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Book:The Pleasures of Life
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“I want everyone that has been abused by someone in their childhood to know that you can get past it. Having DID is not the end of the world; it's the beginning of your new life. DID allows the victim of exceptional abuse the ability to “forget” the abuse and continue living. Without it, I may have gone crazy as a teen and spent my life in a as a teen and spent my life in a psychiatric hospital.”

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Book:A Shattered Mind
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“Asking where memory is "located" in the brain is like asking where running is located in the body. There are certainly parts of the body that are more important (the legs) or less important (the little fingers) in performing the task of running but, in the end, it is an activity that requires complex coordination among a great many body parts and muscle groups. To extend the analogy, looking for differences between memory systems is like looking for differences between running and walking. There certainly are many differences, but the main difference is that running requires more coordination among the different body parts and can be disrupted by small things (such as a corn on the toe) that may not interfere with walking at all. Are we to conclude, then, that running is located in the corn on your toe?”

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Author:Ian Neath & Aimee Surprenant
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“In this mystery they were alone, for unlike the real world with real detectives solving real disappearances, the people they were investigating were ghosts. Perhaps not even that, because ghosts implied remains, and they didn’t even have that. They didn’t exist. They were people who had never walked on this earth, never even been to the school where they had met each other. Leila James and Paddy Harrison were nothing more than names now, names with no faces and no identity.”

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Book:They Fade Away
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“But you cannot preserve the memory of applause; it is too volatile, too perishable. Later it would astonish me that I could not satisfactorily summon back that moment[...]No, I would remember the towel...Bo Maybank's towel. Precisely and completely and for the rest of my life. I do not know how he got to know me, but I felt his light leaps up to my face and felt the towel warm against my brow. And his face, I would remember his face as he wiped the sweat from mine, transfigured with joy for me - his face vulnerable and febrile and anonymous - as he danced on the floor below me, as he tried to reach me, as he tried to be a part of the finest moment of my life.”

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Book:The Lords of Discipline
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“(traduction par Anne Plantagenet) Lé mémoire des corps est constituée d'infinies constellations. Certaines se trouvent dans le cortex cérébral, en pleine conscience, mais d'autres sont cachées dans des lieux insondables. Et il y a des souvenirs tatoués dans l'ADN, dans un langage distinct du langage neuronal de notre cerveau. Des récits que nous portons, sans le savoir, de notre héritage génétique. Nous sommes le résultat de centaines de millions d'années d'évolution et la mémoire de ce processus est en nous. Nous exerçons cette mémoire évolutive dans tout ce que nous faisons. Personne ne nous a appris à pleurer quand nous sommes venus au monde. Cette information fait partie de notre héritage. De même lorsque nous marchons, regardons, mangeons. Chaque fois que nous portons une cuillère à la bouche notre corps digère, fabrique des enzymes, extrait de l'énergie des aliments, suivant des instructions que nous ne connaissons pas mais qui sont là, dans une sorte de bibliothèque qui contient toute la mémoire accumulée pendant des siècles d'évolution pour que notre corps puisse agir de manière autonome.”

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Book:Mémoire céleste
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“La mémoire des corps est constituée d'infinies constellations. Certaines se trouvent dans le cortex cérébral, en pleine conscience, mais d'autres sont cachées dans des lieux insondables. Et il y a des souvenirs tatoués dans l'ADN, dans un langage distinct du langage neuronal de notre cerveau. Des récits que nous portons, sans le savoir, de notre héritage génétique. Nous sommes le résultat de centaines de millions d'années d'évolution et la mémoire de ce processus est en nous. Nous exerçons cette mémoire évolutive dans tout ce que nous faisons. Personne ne nous a appris à pleurer quand nous sommes venus au monde. Cette information fait partie de notre héritage. De même lorsque nous marchons, regardons, mangeons. Chaque fois que nous portons une cuillère à la bouche notre corps digère, fabrique des enzymes, extrait de l'énergie des aliments, suivant des instructions que nous ne connaissons pas mais qui sont là, dans une sorte de bibliothèque qui contient toute la mémoire accumulée pendant des siècles d'évolution pour que notre corps puisse agir de manière autonome. (traduction par Anne Plantagenet)”

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Book:Mémoire céleste
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“Sometimes she sat against the wall, longing for the warm finger of paint to wander just once more down the side of her nose, or to watch the sandpaper texture of her papa’s hands. If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread out on top of it. It was the best time of her life.”

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Book:The Book Thief
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