Quotes About Memory

I miss you,' she said into the air, as if the spirits of every person she'd loved were in the room with her.

They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside you. You keep their light alive. If you remember them well enough, they can still guide you, like the shine of long-extinguished stars could guide ships in unfamiliar waters. If you stop mourning them, and start listening to them, they still have the power to change your life. They can, in short, be salvation.

I miss you,' she said into the air, as if the spirits of every person she'd loved were in the room with her.

And every moment lasts for ever. It lives on. Somewhere. Somehow.

Sometimes regrets aren't based on fact at all" ? Matt Haig, The Midnight Library

Sometimes regrets aren't based on fact at all. Sometimes regrets are just . . .' She searched for the appropriate word and found it. 'A load of bullshit .

Well, what would you say if I said that I have visited my other lives, and I think I have chosen this one?' 'I would think you were insane. But I'd still like you.' 'Well, I have. I have had many lives.' He smiled. 'Great. Is there one where you kiss me again?' 'There is one where you buried my dead cat.' He laughed. 'That's so cool, Nor. The thing I like about you is that you always make me feel normal' And that was it.

Sometimes regrets aren't based on fact at all. Sometimes regrets are just .

Book of Regrets" Every regret you ever had, is recorded here. ~Mrs. Elm

I'm just a slow-emotion replay of somebody I used to be.

Visualize and re-experience it completely in your mind.

April, she had died. April could still be a very cold month in Ithaca, though it was certainly not the best month for dying of exposure. A depressed person would have a better bet walking along the edge of one of the gorges and "accidentally" falling in. Of course the man Jessop had done neither; hand-making his daughter's tombstone had probably kept him too occupied to even consider suicide. Yes. That was it; that was the key. An act of creation in the face of loss.

but the real shock this past year was finding out how frail has been our illusion of stability all along. We were a shallow country, held together by stale rituals and muscle memory. And now it is a shallow man who will take us wherever he pleases.

Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the nightIn ever-nearing circle weaves her shade.

Meditation is the practice of silent contemplation. The practice of mediation eradicates deeply rooted negative thoughts to allow positive ones to gradually make your mind their permanent abode. Meditation calms you down. This allows you moments of non-interrupted contemplation of what's going on inside your body as well as your surroundings. It illuminates the purpose you have in life and increases your memory, focus, and productivity.

What if nobody was still around who even faintly remembered your past life there? In that case, your entire existence upon the planet Earth held no more lasting meaning than a random pebble tossed into a pond: the few ripples were soon gone, leaving no mark. In a zero-sum world, your life might as well not have been lived.

The past is always just a memory; the future, just a dream. The only real moment is the Now.

A talent for forgetting is necessary to maintain civility.

When I hear people fondly recalling their past, I hear Death sharpening his knives.

That's the thing I hate most about my brain, the way it stores and catalogs things, all this dumb shit on a giant hard drive in my head, so I'm forced to obsess over it all like a crazy person.

the Chinese Communist Party played only a minor role in battling the Japanese. It was the Chinese Nationalist Party [KMT] that bore the brunt of the heavy fighting and was significantly weakened in the process. Without the Japanese invasion, it seems improbable that the CCP could have won the "Nationalist-Communist" Civil War in 1950. But historical memory is rarely gracious, self-deprecating, or forgiving, especially in a police state.) The

If all memories decay, what of them will really ever be left? What is it that's growing from out of the rotting material of old memories? Is every moment of the past simply gone forever? Why can't they be held intact somehow?

There's more that's happened than what's in your memory.

it is no great task to remember people--the challenge is in forgetting them and allowing one's self to -go on-. [Édouard Manet]