the invisible storehouse in nothingness, called memory. — Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country
the invisible storehouse in nothingness, called memory. — Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country
the invisible storehouse in nothingness, called memory. — Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country
the invisible storehouse in nothingness, called memory. — Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country
the invisible storehouse in nothingness, called memory. — Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country
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the invisible storehouse in nothingness, called memory.

— Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country
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We are who we are because of what we learn and what we remember. — Abhijit Naskar, What is Mind?
I write to prove that we lived. I write both to remember and to let go. I write because I can't stop, not until this hor — Courtney M. Privett, Cavelost
The more emotional you are in a situation, the more memories you’ll have of that situation in the long run. — Abhijit Naskar, What is Mind?
The whole composition reminds him of something he once had and that he isn't sure if he misses. He does and he doesn't a — Daniel Galera, Barba Ensopada de Sangue
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The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
He felt his heart was going to explode, his body burned while his mind tried to reconstitute the ashes of who he once ha — Jorge Silva Rodighiero, Sacrifice
I want to know what's wrong with loving someone for life? Even when they're dead? What exactly is wrong with that? Why s — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
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