#memo

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

— Mitch Albom

#lose #memories #remember #share #tales

I wouldn't have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world. ↗

— Stephen King

#memory #regret #sad #life

It didn’t take tragedy or war to derail a man. It took only a memory. ↗

— Ali Shaw

#memory #tragedy #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

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

Try to capture what you can't bear to be without ↗

— Rosie Thomas

#memory #life

I make a rule never to remember anything before last week. It makes life more interesting ↗

— Jude Morgan

#memory #life

I begin to realize that my memory is a great catacomb, and that below my actual standing-ground there is layer after layer of historical ashes. Is the life of mind something like that of great trees of immemorial growth? Is the living layer of consciousness super-imposed upon hundreds of dead layers? Dead? No doubt this is too much to say, but still, when memory is slack the past becomes almost as though it had never been. To remember that we did know once is not a sign of possession but a sign of loss; it is like the number of an engraving which is no longer on its nail, the title of a volume no longer to be found on its shelf. My mind is the empty frame of a thousand vanished images. ↗

— Henri-Frédéric Amiel

#memory #mind #past #life