Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.— Vladimir Nabokov (via zazerkalye)
— Rush, from Headlong Flight (lyrics by Neil Peart), Clockwork AngelsSome days were dark
I wish that I could live it all again
Some nights were bright
I wish that I could live it all againAll the highlights of that headlong flight
Holding on with all my might
To what I felt back then
I wish that I could live it all again—-
All the treasures
The gold and glory
It didn’t always feel that way
I don’t regret it
I never forget it
I wouldn’t trade tomorrow for today
All I know is that memory can be too much to carry— Rush, from The Wreckers (lyrics by Neil Peart), Clockwork Angels
ONE had a lovely face,— W.B. Yeats, Memory
And two or three had charm,
But charm and face were in vain
Because the mountain grass
Cannot but keep the form
Where the mountain hare has lain.
