Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotte — Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Download Customize

Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotted strands.

— Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
memory

More “Memory” Quotes

Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, m — Susan Lendroth
What is strange is that we may remember what we have done, but not always why we did it. — Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister
I am remembering it now. — Liz Rosenberg, The Laws of Gravity
To be left with only the trace of a memory is to gaze at an armchair that's still molded to the form of a love who has l — Orhan Pamuk, The Black Book
Time — how it expands to fill the spaces you create; how it makes meagre experiences seem never-ending. Whenever he hear — Tash Aw, Five Star Billionaire
I didn't want to remember...yet in remembering, it dawned on me - finally - just how far down God had reached to free me — Nikki Rosen, In The Eye Of Deception: A True Story
I know for a fact that no matter where I go, the memory and the suffering of not being with you will cripple me. I will — CSTPimentel
A curiosity: my name, Rem, will someday come to mean a line of text in a language spoken only by machines. Specifically, — Louise Carey, The Steel Seraglio
Once upon a time, this idea of having a trained, disciplined, cultivated memory was not nearly so alien as it would seem — Joshua Foer, Moonwalking with Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything
So if existence was just binary, dead or alive, here or not here, what would be the fucking point in anything? My mom us — Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
What made Olive the saddest about the Gardners was that everyone wanted to be enshrined in someone’s memory. It was the — Andrea Lochen, The Repeat Year
Over the last few millennial, we've invented a series of technologies … that have made it progressively easier and easie — Joshua Foer, Moonwalking with Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything