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memories childhood fiction
A childhood is what anyone wants to remember of it. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction. Carol Shields
memories desire satisfied
Memory is satisfied desire. Carlos Fuentes
memories minorities five-senses
Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them - never become even conscious of them all. C. S. Lewis
memories pleasure remembered
A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmán, as if pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing.
memories mind nostalgic
I'm not nostalgic. My memories are back here in my mind. Agnes Varda
memories everyday special
Nostalgia doesn't make sense, because it's like bringing the memories back to be a special part of my day or to be part of my week. And I'm inside my memories the same way I'm inside my everyday life.
memories exceptional ifs
I've just got an exceptional memory, if I say so myself. Alan Sugar
memories add
Say whatever your memory suggests is true; but add nothing and exaggerate nothing. Charlotte Bronte
memories years age
Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.
father school law
My parents were both from the East and had moved to San Francisco only so my father could go to law school there. Carre Otis
father psych hands
Because religion has such a compelling hold on the deep psyches of so many people, feminists cannot afford to leave it in the hands of the fathers. Carol P. Christ
father long guy
My father was a really funny guy. He lived a good long life. And he was the reason I wanted to be funny and become a comedian and a comedy writer, so to say that he's somewhat of a mythic figure in my life would be an understatement. Carol Leifer
father guy kind
My father was the kind of guy who'd always say 'Throw out any subject and I got a joke on it,'
father influence huge
My father was a huge influence on me.
father years three
My father was having an affair with a 16-year-old when Mum was pregnant with me. She found out when I was three weeks old and left, not surprisingly. Carol Vorderman
father america nebraska
Like my father I, too, was born in Central America - Nebraska. Carlos Mencia
father mean son
In the name of the Fathers, and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost, here goes-I mean Amen.
father boxes please
Father! Can I box him? Please!
grief giving feelings
Grief ... gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness.
grief sorrow maps
I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.
grief bears trouble
A dead grief is easier to bear than a live trouble. Agnes Repplier
grief eye strange
Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.
grief sea people
Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. The sternest-seeming stoic is human after all, and to burst with boldness and good-will into the silent sea of their souls is often to confer on them the first of obligations.
grief struggle mastery
The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,--and to speak.
grief moving men
Your tale is of the longest," observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair. It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow, young man," returned Mr. Brownlow, "and such tales usually are; if it were one of unmixed joy and happiness, it would be very brief. Charles Dickens
grief loss grieving
And can it be that in a world so full and busy the loss of one creature makes a void so wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth of eternity can fill it up!
grief rain air
A blight had fallen on the trees and shrubs; and the wind, at length beginning to break the unnatural stillness that had prevailed all day, sighed heavily from time to time, as though foretelling in grief the ravages of the coming storm. The bat skimmed in fantastic flights through the heavy air, and the ground was alive with crawling things, whose instinct brought them forth to swell and fatten in the rain.