Memories Quote by Anonymous Download Open image “Everybody dies, but great souls ressurects in our memories.” — Anonymous ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Memories Memory Our memories Soul Spirituality
A great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again. — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
It is no secret that souls sometimes die in a person and are replaced by others. — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
The soul is the immortal part of us. It recycles, over and over again from what I've seen, but it never dies. We're meant… — Alyson Noel Copy Share Image
“When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“When the Universe folds into a sigh, Withdrawing from all agony and grief, Time will cease its flowing, and with relief The cosmic Breath… — Jessica Amanda Salmonson Copy Share Image
But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The soul is everlasting, and its learning experience is lifetime after lifetime. — Shirley MacLaine Copy Share Image
And a tear rolled down her cheek, as she said goodbye; because she's walking away, and she's never looking back — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You'll seldom experience regret for anything that you've done. It is what you haven't done that will torment you. The message, therefore, is clear.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Scrabble - The game is available in Braille. That’s a nice fact. This makes me feel better about humanity for some reason. I can’t really explain why. — Anonymous Copy Share
“THIS tale of my sore-troubled life I write, To thank the God of nature, who conveyed My soul to me, and with such care… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Put on my J's and dance the whole night away Im naughty by nature like Im hip-hop hooray With my hands in the sky,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Me.. I have been through a lot, but I still manage to have a smile on my face. Im not worried about the past… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The only person I've ever purposely caused pain here is myself...By simply sharing, caring too much. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I was 3-years-old - to this day it is a vivid memory. My family and I were on a boat, catching fish. As one fish was caught, he was writhing, then he was thrown against the side of the boat. You couldn't disguise what it was. This was what we did to animals to eat them. The animal went from… — Joaquin Phoenix Copy Share
In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
I am told many children block out the memory of trauma. In fact, the healing process can only truly begin when we are willing… — Phoebe Stone Copy Share Image
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously. — Richard Brinsley Sheridan Copy Share Image
My greatest memories as a kid were playing sports with my dad and watching sports with my dad. — Mark Teixeira Copy Share Image
A well-fashioned day - with a beginning and an end, a purpose and a content, a color and a character, a feel and a texture - takes it place among the many and becomes a valuable memory and treasure. At midnight the winged messengers come and gather up all these pieces and take them off to wherever the mosaic is… — Jim Rohn Copy Share
What keeps me motivated is not the food itself but all the bonds and memories the food represents. — Michael Chiarello Copy Share Image
In the name of Jerusalem. If I forget the extermination of the Jews, may my right hand wither, may my tongue stick to my… — Menachem Begin Copy Share Image
Memory revises me. Even now a letter comes from a place I don’t know, from someone with my name and postmarked years ago, while I await injunctions from the light or the dark; I wait for shapeliness limned, or dissolution. Is paradise due or narrowly missed until another thousand years? I wait in a blue hour and faraway noise of… — Li-Young Lee Copy Share
