“… I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them…”
Source: The Poisonwood Bible
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Barbara Kingsolver 119
American author, poet and essayist 1955Related quotes
“There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.”
The Market
Context: "And what are those things at all?" demands my companion, diverted for a moment from the flowers. She nods towards a mass of dull-green affairs piled on mats or being lifted from big vans. She is a Cockney and displays surprise when she is told those things are bananas. She shrugs and turns again to the musk-roses, and forgets. But to me, as the harsh, penetrating odor of the green fruit cuts across the heavy perfume of the flowers, comes a picture of the farms in distant Colombia or perhaps Costa Rica. There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.
“Isn't it funny
How a bear likes honey?
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
I wonder why he does?”
Winnie-the-Pooh (1926)
As quoted in SPIN (1992-01).
Interviews (1989-1994), Print
Light (1919), Ch. XV - An Apparition
Context: I felt the beginning of a farewell rise in me like a sob. But there are too many of them for one to mourn them all. How many of them are there on all this plain? How many, how many of them are there in all this moment? Our heart is only made for one heart at a time. It wears us out to look at all. One may say, "There are the others," but it is only a saying. "You shall not know; you shall not know."
First Week, Sixth Day. Compare: "Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side", John Davies, The Immortality of the Soul.
La Semaine; ou, Création du monde (1578)
My Shadow, st. 1.
A Child's Garden of Verses (1885)