I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes
Because in some other universe, you are me, I am you, and we are perfectly happy together. Or perhaps not… and just like this…
The impression in the colors of your profound words evokes an everlasting impression in the mind of whosoever hears it.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
There are two ways to live a life either forget everything or, remember nothing.
I have to live if I want to be remembered.
It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
There is no death in remembrance. Remember me, Sarah. Remember me, and a part of me will always be with you." - Martha Carrier to her daughter, Sarah Carrier
You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.
As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine.
Remembrance and reflection how allied!
What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!
I dragged myself to my feet, and with my hellhound in tow started off once more through the fastness of the wood, feeling, as the poet did before me, that my companion would be with me through the nights and through the days and down the arches of the years, and I should never be rid of him.
You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.
Beauty exists not in what is seen and remembered, but in what is felt and never forgotten.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.
People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out.
It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
Any time gone by was better.
The remembrance of a woman is longer than a tear. (Le souvenir d'une femme - Est plus long qu'une larme.)
Nature never remembers, that’s why she’s beautiful.
Dust everywhere... and out of that emerged this beautiful boy with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen, holding his hand out to help me to my feet.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Humans make art to remember and be remembered,” said Caius. “Art is their weapon against forgetting.
We all have an inner voice, our personal whisper from the universe. All we have to do is listen - feel and sense it with an open heart. Sometimes it whispers of intuition or precognition. Other times, it whispers an awareness, a remembrance from another plane. Dare to listen. Dare to hear with your heart.
Our parents' generation carried the past memorialized in paint, porcelain, and wood; we cast it off. Even our national history is remembered in terms of the worst we did, not the best.
Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.
Your pain is reminding you that the gift of life is tender and precious. Suffering cuts to the quick of aliveness.
RIP, to those that are no longer here in Body, for they give our minds a lesson in eternity...
We should have learned by now not to be surprised by kittypets."
Graystripe
Friends come into our lives and friends leave our lives. But friends never leave our hearts. And best friends always get to stay in the best places in our hearts.
Io suuicien lui damo amo," she said softly. "You are here in place of the friends I love.
The mind thinks upon, processes, and remembers what the senses forget.