My Name Is Memory

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

Are you sure were not dead?"
"I really fucking hope not.

But certain souls cohere. It's rare but possible. But it takes two powerful wills to make it so.

"Did you ever think we were meant not to be together?"
"No. We are meant to be together. We are just meant to want it very badly.

Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?

Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.

How many times could you give up on someone you loved?

I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.

I always search for her; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.

I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting.

If you didn't have a choice, you had to make a choice. If you didn't have options, you made some. You couldn't just let this world happen to you... he didn't see eternity. He saw this girl and this moment and this one slim chance.

I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search for her ; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.

I'm not going anywhere without you. We're swimming to China together. And if the worst happens, I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.

It was funny how the old practices always came around again. It was the rhythm of human enterprise to invent and worship some new approach, to fully reject it a generation later, to realize the need for it again a generation or two after that and then hastily reinvent it as new, usually without its original elegance. Scientists hated to look backward for anything.

It was wrong. But it was worth it.

I want to go where you're going. I'm not scared of dying. I want to stay together and come back together. You said that souls cohere. I want to stay with you.

Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll keep faith in me, you`ll remember who we are, and you`ll never feel despair.

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.

Maybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want to stop, but they would be embarrassed, and neither would know what to say. They would go their separate ways. Who knew? Maybe that happened every day to people who'd once loved each other.

Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once loved him with all your heart.

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.

She closed her eyes. "I didn't know that. i didn't know anything. It scares me the things I told myself. But I would have told myself almost anything, because I wanted to believe him."
"Because I wanted to be with you.

She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time

What if people knew they were recycled? Would that change anything?

You are not going to die, I know I said I'd let you, but I can't.

You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.

You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It`s you who makes me a person.

You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

You should find him because he loves you.