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memories past people
People don't realize that now is all there ever is; there is no past or future except as memory or anticipation in your mind. Eckhart Tolle
memories iron bars
I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars. Anna Akhmatova
memories victory loses
Victory loses its meaning without the memory of what you've vanquished. Alastair Reynolds
memories eye thinking
To see something marvelous with your own eyes-that's wonderful enough. But when two of you see it, two of you together, holding hands, holding each other close, knowing that you'll both have that memory for the rest of your lives, but that each of you will only ever hold only have an incomplete half of it, and that it won't ever really exist as a whole until you're together, talking or thinking about that moment ...that's worth more than one plus one. It's worth four, or eight, or some number so large we can't even imagine it. Alastair Reynolds
memories mean moments
Without memories, without hope, they lived for the moment only. indeed, the here and now had come to mean everything to them. For there is no denying that the plague had gradually killed off in all of us the faculty not of love only but even of friendship. Naturally enough, since love asks something of the future, and nothing was left us but a series of present moments. Albert Camus
memories home men
In a universe suddenly divested of illusion and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. Albert Camus
memories humility shining
I understood, by dint of digging into my memories, that modesty helped me to shine, humility helped me to triumph and virtue to oppress. Albert Camus
memories sleep divorce
What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity. Albert Camus
memories love-you heart
I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely. Albert Camus