Ego is a rat on the sinking ship of being.
must have been
. That’s why life seems to me like a ghostly undulation. History does not repeat itself; yet it seems as if our lives are caught in the reflections of a past world, whose delayed echoes we prolong. Memory is an argument not only against time but also against this world. It half uncovers the probable worlds of the past, crowning them with a vision of paradise. Regrets spring from the nadir of memory."
- E. M. Cioran,
Tears and Saints
, trans. Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston
"The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white."
- T. S. Eliot, from “
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
’s word suggestion: “nostalgia”]
"The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there."
- L. P. Hartley,