“His death has deprived us of a great champion - one that I loved very much. My past is scarred with grief; parents, brother, son. My life is full of sad memories. I look back and see the faces of my loved ones, and among them I see him.”
Enzo Ferrari - Donaldson, pg. 322
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“without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life.”
Janet Fitch book White Oleander
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Song lyrics, Hounds of Love (1985), The Ninth Wave
“Look on me! if canst read the signs of love,
Thou’lt see that death is written in my face.”
Guido Guinizzelli (1230–1276) Italian poet
Sonetto. (Poeti del Primo Secolo, Firenze, 1816, Vol. I, p. 105).
Translation reported in Harbottle's Dictionary of quotations French and Italian (1904), p. 407.
Roberto Clemente (1934–1972) Puerto Rican baseball player
Written on Father's Day at Three Rivers Stadium, 1971 or 1972, reproduced in "A Rematch With the Machine" https://books.google.com/books?id=03XsO25A3I8C&pg=PA302 from Roberto Clemente: The Great One (1998) by Bruce Markusen, p. 302 <br class="br">Other, <big><big>1970s</big></big>, <big>1971</big>
“I remember my loves, my conversation, my friendships. I remember it all, see it all, see them all.”
Octavio Paz (1914–1998) Mexican writer laureated with the 1990 Nobel Prize for Literature
The Clerk's Vision (1949)
Context: I remember my loves, my conversation, my friendships. I remember it all, see it all, see them all. With melancholy, but without nostalgia. And above all, without hope. I know that it is immortal, and that, if we are anything, we are the hope of something. For me, expectation has spent itself. I quit the nevertheless, the even, the in spite of everything, the moratoriums, the excuses and forgiving. I know the mechanism of the trap of morality and the drowsiness of certain words. I have lost faith in all those constructions of stone, ideas, ciphers. I quit. I no longer defend this broken tower. And, in silence, I await the event.