#remembering

Take without forgetting, and give without remembering. ↗

— Bryant H. McGill

#give #remembering #take #without

There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow. ↗

— Alfred de Musset

#day #remembering #sorrow #than #worse

Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. ↗

— Steve Jobs

#avoid #best #best way #die #follow

Activate yourself to duty by remembering your position, who you are, and what you have obliged yourself to be. ↗

— Thomas a Kempis

#duty #obliged #position #remembering #who

Forget the names because names lie but remember me because when you look at me I remember myself. Remember me because I will never forget you. ↗

— Jordan Weisman

#love #remembering #love

Well, memory can play tricks. Most people, I think, tend to remember the good rather than the bad when someone close to them dies. ↗

— Soheir Khashoggi

#remembering-loved-ones #love

Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will not die. ↗

— Daniel Burnham

#aim #aim high #big #diagram #die

Remembering that the man who always fights one more round is never whipped. ↗

— James J. Corbett

#fights #man #more #never #remembering

My husband used to take care of the business part of this, and after he died I found I wasn't really any good at it. I hate remembering who owes me what and bugging them if they haven't paid me. ↗

— Jane Haddam

#any #bugging #business #care #died

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she’d realized again what she’d learned at five when her mother left – that what made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting the small things first, the smell of the soap her mother had bathed with, the color of the dress she’d worn to church, then after a while the sound of her mother’s voice, the color of her hair. It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree’s heartwood. (51) ↗

— Ron Rash

#endure #forgetting #grief #memory #remembering