Quotes About Memories

Throughout everything, my father's cheerfulness, his optimism, is palpable in his ever-present sense of humor. Yet I'm struck by a comment he makes in a conversation with Ryan: "If there is no humor, you find sadness. Sadness appears. No humor isn't followed by nothing. It's followed by sadness." I see in his journals and written memories that my father's perennial good humor and quick wit may be a cover for his sadness, which reminds me of my own.

Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance - each beautiful, unique and too soon gone.

like sisters everywhere. With personalities shaped by birth order, we are the keepers of each other's secrets and protectors of each other's childhood memories. We are givers and receivers of female wisdom and are constantly learning from each other.

a lonely old man.

Now my future is all behind me …

It was sad when Sid Vicious died... I was freaked out when Phil Lynott died from Thin Lizzy. I cried. It was too crazy.

They talked in the shorthand of old friends and shared memories.

You need time for the grief to heal, for the memories to fade in sharpness, time to adjust your expectation for the future. Be gentle with yourself, you'll make it.

He got lost in a memory for a moment, then glanced over at Gina. "What I miss most...she always used to say good-night just before she'd drift off to sleep. I miss those words, the good-night." "Someone was there, someone to share the end of the day," Gina said softly. She understood. Bishop nodded. "Someone was there. That's why you get married, Gina. Beyond all the other details of why, it's having someone there when the days ends. It's being together and sharing life.

The sun appeared over the hillside. "I'm tired, Tom." "It's okay to go home,' he choked. "Hold my hand?" His arms tightened around her and his fingers interlaced with hers. She closed her eyes against the brightness. "I love you." "I love you too," he whispered. Jennifer died feeling the warmth of the rising sun

Memories are nothing but ghosts in the corners of our minds.

Sepuluh tahun berlalu, dan senyum itu tetap sama.

There are only two kinds of thoughts you can have, memories and imaginings.

Use memories. Do not let memories use you.

Your body is the physical record of your life story as you've lived it until today.

T-Trust E-Enthusiasm A-Adjustment M-Memories

What do you find when you go inside? A rich world, streaming with thoughts, feelings, sensations, memories, hopes, wishes, dreams, and fears. No one is immune to the allure of this world. We experience ourselves in here, and everything we can possibly imagine.

There are enough chemical clues to convince anyone that mood, beliefs, expectations, fears, memories, predispositions, habits, and old conditioning—all centered in the mind—are critical to a person's health.

Spirit is often used interchangeably with the all-pervading, universal nature of pure consciousness. Soul is generally understood to indicate the quality of individuation of consciousness within that field of unbounded awareness. The mind is where the thoughts, feelings, and memories are projected and processed.

Uncertainty, on the other hand, is the fertile ground of pure creativity and freedom. Uncertainty means stepping into the unknown in every moment of our existence. The unknown is the field of all possibilities, ever fresh, ever new, always open to the creation of new manifestations. Without uncertainty and the unknown, life is just the stale repetition of outworn memories. You become the victim of the past, and your tormentor today is your self left over from yesterday.

As their bodies faded, he saw something else more clearly. Each person carried an invisible burden. The young monk was amazed that he hadn't seen it before. Everyone walked or rode with their lives on their shoulders, a pack of memories that spilled over with disappointment and sorrow. This one had never recovered from losing a wife in childbirth. That one was afraid of starving. That other one

Of course he could still conjure up the old faces. But they didn't return on their own anymore. In order to see images of Channa or Suddhodana, he would ask to see them. "Learn to use your memories," he told the younger bikkhus. "Don't let them use you.

In Return to Life, Jim Tucker painstakingly and meticulously documents the recycling of memories from beyond the barrier of physical death. He then rigorously offers a scientific theory to explain how our consciousness transcends space/time and is, hence, eternal. This book is an important milestone of an emerging scientific paradigm that suggests that consciousness conceives governs constructs and becomes the universe or perhaps multiple universes.

The scenery changes, the seer remains the same. Your body is just the place your memories call home.