To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.
I have short-term memory loss. I know that some of the memories of the Super Bowl championships are fading.
I do mean this - I had the good fortune of being around a number of Alzheimer's patients in the last three years of my mother's life. She was in a care facility that was devoted to just people with memory-loss issues. I found those people engaging and generous in ways that I had not imagined.
One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.
To collude in the minimisation of British history on the grounds of its imagined irrelevance to our rebranded national future, or from a suspicion that it does no more than recycle patriotic pieties unsuited to a global marketplace, would be an act of appallingly self-inflicted collective memory loss.
Auntie Phyl's last months in the care home were extra pieces. Age is unnecessary. Some of us, like my mother, are fortunate enough to die swiftly and suddenly, in full possession of our faculties and our fate, but more and more of us will be condemned to linger, at the mercy of anxious or indifferent relatives, careless strangers, unwanted medical interventions, increasing debility, incontinence, memory loss. We live too long, but, like the sibyl hanging in her basket in the cave at Cumae, we find it hard to die.
Although my memory's fading, I remember two things very clearly: I am a great sinner and Christ is a great Savior.
As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two.
I brought out the most powerful tool I had in my arsenal. "If you resist," I said into Reyes's ear, "I'll be forced to Taser you." He looked at what I had in my hand. "That's a phone." "I have an app. You'll probably experience nerve damage. Slight memory loss.
You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives. Life without memory is no life at all... Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it we are nothing.
It is especially painful when narcissists suffer memory loss because they are losing parts of the person they love most.
Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.
or simply:
