We create the possibility for a better human form in our next life if during our jamaloca existence after death, when we still have an astral body, w….

Truth cannot be imparted, it must be inflicted..

We're never going to have respectful and reverential relationships with the planet- and sensible policies about what we put in the air, the soil, the….

My earliest childhood memory is watching the sunlight through a jar of amber full of wasps..

When a person looks at a photograph you've taken, they will always think of themselves, their own life experience. They will relate your photograph t….

Any messages for me?" Usually I got one or two, but mostly people who wanted my help preferred to talk in person. "Yes. Hold on." She pulled out a ha….

The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings..

Reality... includes a perceiver, who has memories, thoughts, desires, emotions - [which] a normal camera tends to omit..

The soul is not a physical entity, but instead refers to everything about us that is not physical - our values, memories, identity, sense of humor. S….

Now I existed solely thanks to the quantum paradox, my brain a collection of qubits in quantum superposition, encoding truths and memories, imaginati….

I've a grand memory for forgetting..

There's something about being able to literally consume a work of art - then to divide all that pleasure of it - because it's a memory. A great wine ….

I think you just assume that your memory is just sort of a video playback of your experience, but it's nothing like that at all. It's a complete refa….

One remembers horrors, I think, for the rest of one's life, but memories do not always remain so sharp, and with time, and new circumstance, do not a….

I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest-- Then why should my soul be so sad? I know thou art gone where the weary are blest, And the mourner loo….

Memory is ever active, ever true. Alas, if it were only as easy to forget!.

You'd see extraordinary-looking people around in the '70s. It was so exciting! You'd have mad people, like Gerlinde Kostiff riding around on her bicy….

It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections..

What you see is from outside yourself, and may come, or not, but is beyond your control. But your fear is yours, and yours alone, like your voice, or….

When I dig back through memory cells, I get one particularly distinctive feeling-and that's one of warmth, comfort and well-being. For whatever else ….

The mountain receives our expressions and becomes part of us; we imprint our memories upon it and trust it with out dearest divisions of out lives. M….