Reminisce over the good old days

Sometimes I wonder, isn’t it true that time is merely an illusion?

from Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao,

“But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.” 

“Success, after all, loves a witness, but failure can’t exist without one.” 

“If you didn’t grow up like I did then you don’t know, and if you don’t know it’s probably better you don’t judge.” 

“You don’t know what it’s like to grow up with a mother who never said a positive thing in her life, not about her children or the world, who was always suspicious, always tearing you down and splitting your dreams straight down the seams. When my first pen pal, Tomoko, stopped writing me after three letters she was the one who laughed: You think someone’s going to lose life writing to you? Of course I cried; I was eight and I had already planned that Tomoko and her family would adopt me. My mother of course saw clean into the marrow of those dreams, and laughed. I wouldn’t write to you either, she said. She was that kind of mother: who makes you doubt yourself, who would wipe you out if you let her. But I’m not going to pretend either. For a long time I let her say what she wanted about me, and what was worse, for a long time I believed her.” 

“That’s life for you. All the happiness you gather to yourself, it will sweep away like it’s nothing. If you ask me I don’t think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That’s enough.” 

“It’s exactly at these moments, when all hope has vanished, that prayer has dominion.”

reminisce the time when my love for English literature began,

Summer Memories