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Memories, of course, are impossible for me, I cannot afford to be separated from you enough to remember
The past, of course, it will not get rid of you if you run away from it forever. But when you meet him face to face, you will understand that these are just memories in your soul and there is no point in being afraid of them.
I wanted to tell him that the pool, the garden, the house, the tennis court, the paradise and the whole villa would be his ghostly place. But he pointed up to the French windows of his room. Your eyes are forever there, I wanted to say, in the folds of tulle, staring intently from my bedroom, where no one sleeps now. When the wind blows and the tulle rises, and I look at it from here or stand on the balcony, I catch myself thinking that you are there, looking out of your world into mine and saying, as on that day at the stones: I
That at school we drank under the guise of cocoa ...
The examiners laughed. However, I got five.
Memories are memories, but one must live in the present and the future, and plans and dreams are good because they can be implemented.
Some memories are more real and better than anything a person can ever experience.
What we really want, but we don't fly.
It's easier to remember that way!
I thought I had buried the war there in the mountains. But if you ever looked into her eyes, she will not let you go.
Do not open wounds, otherwise you will never learn to be happy.
Quote Explanation: From the story "Haddum"
In the world of my childhood dreams there is a meadow. There, the wind plays with tree branches, scattering glare of light over the surface of the pond. And the tree is tall, large and lonely, casting a wide shadow on the grass. And in this cradle, where everything that is dear to my heart is stored, I cherish the memory of you. When I freeze in the quagmire of reality, far from your loving eyes, I will return to my world, close my eyes - and the best consolation for me will be that I know you.
Quote Explanation: Confession - farewell in love to her boyfriend Matt while she was running from his killers. Barefoot in the snow, dying from a ruptured lung.
Memories we shared with each other...
- I do not remember. For the sake of power, I burned my memories.
We are used to thinking that memories are facts, once and for all recorded and sorted. In fact, everything that has happened to you since that very event has changed your memories of him, and you perceive him through a new view each time. A filter that changes memories, obscures, exaggerates, combines and distorts. But the original experience still lives inside you, because the brain remembers everything that has happened to you since birth, to the smallest detail. The problem is that we are unable to remember it. Unable to clear the filter of time and see the truth again.
