Quotes About Memories

No one cares about the past any more," he whispered. "They don't see that you can't have a future without a past.

But you know what they say - old milk turns sour but old scores just get sweeter.

I bet you can do better." Luthar was grinning across at Logen. "I got bitten by a mean sheep once, but it didn't leave much of a mark.

Well-used memories, picked over and worn thin like a favourite shirt.

The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's lie. The failures, the disappointment,the regrets,they stay raw as the moment they happened. A pretty girls smile, never acted on. A petty wrong we let another take the blame for. A nameless shoulder that knocked us in a crowd and left us stewing for days, for months. For ever. This is the stuff the past is made of. The wretched moments that make us what we are. "(less) (less)

He remembered other times and other campfires, when he had not been alone.

Memories sharp enough to cut himself on - the smells, the sounds, the feel of the air on his skin, the desperate hope and mad anger.

Strange, that however tough one's skin becomes in later life, the wounds of youth never close. Shenkt

He looked around his quarters. Or Davoust's quarters. That's where an old wizard terrified me in the middle of the night. That's where I watched the city burn. That's where I was nearly eaten by a fourteen-year-old girl. Ah, the happy memories . . .

Strange, that however tough one's skin becomes in later life, the wounds of youth never close.

But what does it matter? It is not how you die, but how you lived, that counts.

The best days of summer are the days of summer gone.

I can't let them go, those days of summer gone.

Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.

I remember certain group gatherings that are hard to get up and leave from. I remember alligators and quicksand in jungle movies. (Pretty scary.) I remember opening jars that nobody else could open. I remember making home-made ice cream. I remember that I liked store-bought ice cream better. I remember hospital supply story windows. I remember stories of what hot dogs are made of. I remember Davy Crockett hats. And Davy Crockett just about everything else.

I went to school at this log school house. A white woman was my teacher, I do not remember her name. My father had to pay her one dollar a month for me. Us kids that went to school did not have desks, we used slates and set on the hued down logs for seats.

Reason this: When you think from your past memories, you can only create past experiences. As all of the "knowns" in your life cause your brain to think and feel in familiar ways, thus creating knowable outcomes, you continually reaffirm your life as you know it. And since your brain is equal to your environment, then each morning, your senses plug you into the same reality and initiate the same stream of consciousness.

repatterns our brains and changes our biology; the new experience will reorganize the old programming, and in so doing, it will remove the neurological evidence of that past experience. (Think of how a bigger wave breaking farther up on the beach erases any sign of whatever shell, seaweed, sea foam, or sand pattern was there before.) Strong emotional experiences create long-term memories. So this new internal experience creates new long-term memories that override our past

your familiar memories related to your known world "re-mind" you to reproduce the same experiences.

If we cannot think beyond how we emotionally feel, then we are living according to what the environment dictates to our body. Rather than truly thinking, innovating, and creating, we merely fire the synaptic memories in other areas of our brain from our genetic or personal past; we instigate the same repetitive chemical reactions that have us living in survival mode.

Our minds and bodies are one, aligned to a destiny predetermined by our unconscious programs. So to change requires being greater than the body and all its emotional memories, addictions, and unconscious habituations—that is, to no longer be defined by the body as the mind.

I want to point out that feelings and emotions are the end products of past experiences.

The conscious mind is where we store our explicit, or declarative, memories. Therefore, declarative memories are memories that we can declare. They're the knowledge we've learned (termed semantic memories) and experiences we've had in this lifetime (episodic memories).

Strong emotional experiences create long-term memories. So this new internal experience creates new long-term memories that override our past long-term memories, thus the choice becomes an experience that we never forget.