The time is ripe for looking back over the day, the week, the year, and trying to figure out where we have come from and where we are going to, for sifting through the things we have done and the things we have left undone for a clue to who we are and who, for better or worse, we are becoming. But again and again we avoid the long thoughts…. We cling to the present out of wariness of the past. And why not, after all? We get confused. We need such escape as we can find. But there is a deeper need yet, I think, and that is the need–not all the time, surely, but from time to time–to enter that still room within us all where the past lives on as a part of the present, where the dead are alive again, where we are most alive ourselves to turnings and to where our journeys have brought us. The name of the room is Remember–the room where with patience, with charity, with quietness of heart, we remember consciously to remember the lives we have lived. . Frederick Buechner
I think it is all a matter of love the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes
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Vladimir Nabokov
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
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Antonio Porchia
There are two ways to live a life either forget everything or, remember nothing.
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Santosh Kalwar
It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory
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Paulo Coelho
Because in some other universe, you are me, I am you, and we are perfectly happy together. Or perhaps not… and just like this…
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Abhimanyu Jha
More Quotes By Frederick Buechner
If we are to love our neighbors, before doing anything else we must see our neighbors. With our imagination as well as our eyes, that is to say like artists, we must see not just their faces but the life behind and within their faces....
Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day's chalking.
The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.
Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis...
To be commanded to love God at all, let alone in the wilderness, is like being commanded to be well when we are sick, to sing for joy when we are dying of thirst, to run when our legs are broken. But this is the...
