resurfacing memories Quotes

What happens in the past, is in the past. But don't be surprised if it comes back and haunts you.

Old men are children once again a dream that sways and wavers into the hard light of day.

The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.

It's true. somewhere inside us we are all the ages we have ever been. We're the 3 year old who got bit by the dog. We're the 6 year old our mother lost track of at the mall. We're the 10 year old who get tickled till we wet our pants. We're the 13 year old shy kid with zits. We're the 16 year old no one asked to the prom, and so on. We walk around in the bodies of adults until someone presses the right button and summons up one of those kids.

Going back to something is harder than you think.

Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me.

And so they are ever returning to us, the dead. At times they come back from the ice more than seven decades later and are found at the edge of the moraine, a few polished bones and a pair of hobnailed boots.

In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death. Tales of winter brought to light again like time turned back upon itself.

How can such deep-imprinted images sleep in us at times, till a word, a sound, awake them?