#memo

Friends are the most important part of your life. Treasure the tears, treasure the laughter, but most importantly, treasure the memories. ↗

— Dave Brenner

#laughter #memories #life

I know in my life there have been breaches, but I also know that I am very good at blocking out the memories that serve me no purpose. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#life

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance. ↗

— Beryl Markham

#attachment #belonging #future #home #homelessness

I wonder sometimes what the memory of God looks like. Is it a palace of infinite rooms, a chest of many jeweled objects, a long, lonely landscape where each tree recalls an eon, each pebble the life of a man? Where do I live, in the memory of God? ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#memory #ponderings #life

When the things you love exist only inside your memory they cannot be destroyed or taken from you. ↗

— Marina Tavares Dias

#life-and-living #life-lessons #love #memories #life

Who are we without our memories? ↗

— Marta Acosta

#la-vie #life #memories #truth #life

At the most basic level, therefore, secure attachments in both childhood and adulthood are established by two individual's sharing a nonverbal focus on the energy flow (emotional states) and a verbal focus on the information-processing aspects (representational processes of memory and narrative) of mental life. The matter of the mind matters for secure attachments. ↗

— Daniel J. Siegel

#emotion #meaning #memory #neuropsychology #life

Sometimes Midas suspected that life was a film with subliminal messages. Things would move along with an acceptable degree of predictability, then be punctuated by some horrible childhood memory. ↗

— Ali Shaw

#life #memory #life

My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important. ↗

— Mary E. Pearson

#life

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life? ↗

— John Green

#dead-people #forget #memory #rest-of-my-life #life