Memory

503 – “Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time. It’s just a natural feeling. ”

–Haruki Murakami

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389 – “We continue to favor the outlandish explanation over the simple one; we are more readily deceived by a great deception… than by a modest one. … We like to lose ourselves in a cause, to ground our private hurts in public outrages. We do not like for others to refute our beliefs any more than we like them to deny our hallucinations.”

–Stacy Schiff

Note: The parts cut from this quote do not alter the meaning, rather they serve as context to the article it was written in and make little sense without the article. However, you can read the full quote under Source Notes and judge for yourselves. (more…)

157 – “Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.”

anonymous

[Often misattributed to Marcus Aurelius, see source note for more information]
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140 – “Sans doute, c’est par l’amour que l’éternité peut être comprise; il confond toutes les notions du temps; il efface les idées de commencement et de fin; on croit avoir toujours aimé l’objet qu’on aime; tant il est difficile de concevoir qu’on ait pu vivre sans lui!”

“Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end: we fancy that we have always possessed what we love, so difficult is it to imagine how we could have lived without it” – Translated by Isabel Hill

Germaine de Staël
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54 – “What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”

– Carl Sagan [See source note for a link to the source]

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