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I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.
Like most people, I have painful memories of trying to fit in as a child. I wore, said, and did pretty much what everyone else did.
Everything is just now. Your existence is just now. Just timeless Now. All the rest is just a dream due to conditioning and memory.
Memories can be everything if we choose to make them so. But you are right: you mustn't do that. That is for me, and I shall do it.
I love to see a wood full of bluebells. Growing up in the Kent countryside, I have special memories of this brief annual spectacle.
Favorite People, Favorite Places, Favorite Memories of the past ... These are the joys of a lifetime Those are the things that last
As long as we remember a person, they're not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.
I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.
Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free.
Memory of our good works makes us negligent and leads to arrogance. Do not think of your good deeds, so that God may remember them.
A man must have his dreams - memory dreams of the past and eager dreams of the future. I never want to stop reaching for new goals.
A notion for a story is for me a confluence of real events, historical perhaps, or from my own memory to create an exciting fusion.
My only memories of school are of being beaten, of being hit in the playground, of masters poking their fingers in my chest all day.
I do not know at first what it is that harms me. The men and things of to-day are wont to be fairer and truer in to-morrow's memory.
True friends are never forgotten, they live within our hearts and souls.... forever , and always , dancing on our stage of memories.
My dream is to stand in front of 60,000 people in an arena and know that everyone came because they wanted to make memories with me.
To be identified with your mind is to be trapped in time: the compulsion to live almost exclusively through memory and anticipation.
My mum used to work in New York in Spike Lee's shop, she did the outfits for the video for P.M. Dawn's "Set Adrift on Memory Bliss".
Every moment of my life has a soundtrack, so I never know when some song is going to jump me by surprise and bring the memory alive.
In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?
When the soldiers came home from Vietnam, there were no parades, no celebrations. So they built the Vietnam Memorial for themselves.
Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.
I've worked so hard since I was 18 years old, and I'd hate for the memories to be boiled down to being a Melania Trump impersonator.
The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.
The reader's impression is one of a dream - the only thing that's left upon waking is the memory of a melody at the end of a concert.
It is nature's kindness that we do not remember past births. Life would be a burden if we carried such a tremendous load of memories.
My biggest fear is losing memory because memory is what we are. Your very soul and your very reason to be alive is tied up in memory.
It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.
The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance; some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.
The record of a generous life runs like a vine around the memory of our dead, and every sweet unselfish act is now a perfumed flower.
All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.
Memory training is not just for the sake of performing party tricks; it's about nurturing something profoundly and essentially human.
If you train yourself in memory work, you fearlessly attack and rearrange your material, for you can retain your original impression.
Catharsis is about cleansing and healing at one and the same time - healing memories and attitudes, healing the spirit and the heart.
History is truely the witness of times past, the light of truth, the life of memory, the teacher of life, the messenger of antiquity.
But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.
Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually unrecognizable in the final story.
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged / In rambling talk with an image of air: / Vague memories, nothing but memories.
Every country has its own perspective on the Second World War. This is not surprising when experiences and memories are so different.
My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda.
My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. We possess nothing certainly except the past.
No matter where we come from or where we're going, we've all got memories to contend with, and it's always best not to do this alone!
Art is the suitcase of history, carrying the essentials. Art is the life buoy of history. Art is seed, art is memory, art is vaccine.
My work is strongly rooted in place and memory, in personal, formative experiences that took shape within very different environments.
I cannot believe that 'Pinocchio' is over yet, and I always think about so many great memories that I made while playing in the drama.
This is taking [photos] from everybody - the entire collective memory of what the Earth looks like - and linking all of that together.
For such an advanced civilization as ours to be without images that are adequate to it is as serious a defect as being without memory.
We owe to memory not only the increase of our knowledge, and our progress in rational inquiries, but many other intellectual pleasures
Water has memory. Depending on how you treat it, what kind of thoughts and emotions you generate, accordingly it behaves in your body.
The sight of anything extremely beautiful, in nature or in art, brings back the memory of what one loves, with the speed of lightning.