“I think one of the finest gifts I can give my friends in the holiday season is to pause with a long enough quality to actually SEE them. My calm, unhurried presence communicates this gift of a message, "I see you. I recognize you. I remember our times of together and am contributing right now to another quality memory. I value you and honor and take the time, right this moment to pause long enough to truly notice you."” ThinkingGivingLongI CanEnoughMomentsTogetherRememberValuesMemoriesQualityHonorRight NowMessagesMy FriendsSeasonsCalmCommunicateChristmasOur TimeHolidayFinestPausesContributingGood MemoriesHoliday Season Author:Mary Anne Radmacher
“My hope is that the memory of death and disgrace will be so intense that the people of the United States will be able to listen to a message that the rest of the world, sobered by wars without end, can also understand: that war itself is the enemy of the human race.” PeopleWorldHumansWarEndsStatesAbleMemoriesUnitedRaceEnemyUnited StatesMessagesIntenseHuman RaceDisgrace Book:A Power Governments Cannot Suppress Source: A Power Governments Cannot Suppress
“I beg the reader not to go in search of messages. It is a term that I detest because it distresses me greatly, for it forces on me clothes that are not mine, which in fact belong to a human type that I distrust; the prophet, the soothsayer, the seer. I am none of these; I'm a normal man with a good memory who fell into a maelstrom and got out of it more by luck than by virtue, and who from that time on has preserved a certain curiosity about maelstroms large and small, metaphorical and actual.” MenHumansFactsCertainForceTermMemoriesVirtueMinesTypeReaderNormalMessagesClothesLuckCuriosityProphetDistressDistrustGood MemoriesDetestMetaphoricalSeersMaelstrom Author:Primo Levi
“For a young man, sleep is a sure solvent of distress. There whirls not for him in the night any so hideous phantasmagoria as will not become, in the clarity of the next morning, a spruce procession for him to lead. Brief the vague horror of his awakening; memory sweeps back to him, and he sees nothing dreadful after all. "Why not?" is the sun's bright message to him, and "Why not indeed?" his answer.” MenYoungNightNextMemoriesSleepAnswersMorningSunHorrorMessagesAwakeningClarityYoung ManWhy NotDistressVagueHideousProcession Book:Zuleika Dobson: An Oxford Love Story Source: Zuleika Dobson: An Oxford Love Story
“I had looked forward to old age as a time of quietness, a time to draw my horizons about me, to watch memories ripening in the sunlight of a walled garden. But there is the void over my head and the distance within that the tireless signals come from. And astronaut on impossible journeys to the far side of the self I return with messages I cannot decipher.” SelfAgeSidesMemoriesWatchesImpossibleJourneyReturnMessagesDrawsGardenDistanceOld AgeHorizonVoidSunlightSignalsAstronautQuietnessWatch MeDecipherRipeningFar Side Author:R. S. Thomas
“I had the total attention of both my parents, and was secure in the knowledge of being loved ... My memories of falling asleep at night are to the comfortable sound of my parents' voices, voices which conveyed in their tones the message that these two people loved and trusted one another.” PeopleTwoNightFallParentSoundVoiceMemoriesAttentionComfortableMessagesSecureToneTrustedBeing LovedFalling Asleep Author:Jill Ker Conway
“My earliest memories of rap music was mixed with my earliest memories of reggae music. They were big sounds around the way, heavy bass lines, strong messages, definitely.” WayBigsStrongSoundLinesMemoriesMessagesHeavyRapBassReggaeRap MusicReggae Music Author:Nas
“On the other hand, she was a women with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, Holly would obey Gerry's final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led. In the meantime, she would just live.” LoveYearsHeartHandsMemoriesMillionsHappenedReadyMonthsTenMessagesLaysFinalsJust LiveHolliesHappy Memories Author:Cecelia Ahern
“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 handful of pink tickets and recited from memory, without checking the paper. "Seven forty-two a.m., Mr. Gasparian: I curse you. I curse your arms so they wither and die and fall off your body. I curse your eyeballs to explode. I curse your feet to swell until blue. I curse your spine to crack. I curse you. I curse you. I curse you.” PeoplePersonsTwoHelpingBodyWantedDiesFallMemoriesFeetArmsPaperMessagesBlueSevenYour BodyCurseFortyCracksTicketsHandfulSpineEyeballs Book:Magic Bleeds Source: Magic Bleeds