Quotes About Memory

Com és que l'esment de l'amor, el record de l'amor, el record de l'amor perdut, la promesa de l'amor, la fi de l'amor, l'absència de l'amor, la necessitat abrusadora, abrusadora d'amor, la necessitat d'estimar, desencadena tanta violència?

What do you mean? I don't know what you're asking me. I don't remember what I am. I am what I dream. I am what I hope for. I am what I don't remember. I am what other people want me to be. I am what my kids want me to be. I am what mom wants me to be. I am what you want me to be. What do you want me to be? Don't we need to stick around to find out what we are? What do you want me to be? Oh I don't

The day before the day before my father killed himself he took my hand in his and said Yoli, it feels to me as though the lights are going out. We were sitting by a fountain in a park at soon.

Through my memory of the Passion, God can purify my memory of wrongs suffered because my identity stems neither from the wrongdoing done to me, which would require the perpetual accusation of my wrongdoer, nor from my own (false) innocence, which would lead me to (illegitimate) self-justification.

To remember a wrongdoing is to struggle against it.

the central question was how to remember rightly. And given my Christian sensibilities, my question from the start was, How should I remember abuse as a person committed to loving the wrongdoer and overcoming evil with good?

Yaad rakho murdam azaari bohat hi buri cheez hai. Is ki bakhshish kahin nahi hai

Death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

Every life has one true love snapshot.

Going back to something is harder than you think.

sometimes what you miss the most is the way a loved one made you feel about yourself.

When a lost loved one appears before you, it's your brain that fights it, not your heart.

No soul remembered is ever really gone.

You live on - in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here...Death ends life, not a relationship.

Lost love is still love.

Tell me about your family, I said. And so she did. I listened intently as my mother went through each branch of the tree. Years later, after the funeral, Maria had asked me questions about the family - who was related to whom - and I struggled. I couldn't remember. A big chunk of our history had been buried with my mother. You should never let your past disappear that way.

This is a story about a family and, as there is a ghost involved, you might cal it a ghost story. But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at out tables long after they have gone.

Dor shook his head. "The phrase. What does it mean?" Sarah wondered if he was kidding. "Time flies? You know, like, time goes really fast and suddenly you're saying goodbye and it's like no time passed at all?" His eyes drifted. He liked it. "Time flies." "With you," she added.

Maybe laughter after someone dies is the way we tell ourselves that they are still alive in some way. Or that we are.

But just because you have silenced a memory does not mean you are free of it.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone.

I didn't want to forget him. Maybe I didn't want him to forget me.

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.