A Quote by Jaggi Vasudev

The mind remembers only certain things. The body remembers everything. The information it carries goes back to the beginning of existence. — © Jaggi Vasudev
The mind remembers only certain things. The body remembers everything. The information it carries goes back to the beginning of existence.
It is not simply what one remembers, but why. There are sites of amputation where the past is severed from the body of the present. Remembering only encourages the growth of phantom limbs. And it is not simply what one remembers, or why, but what to do with what one remembers, which of the scattered pieces to carry forward, what to protect and preserve, what to leave behind.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
History remembers only the celebrated, genealogy remembers them all.
I got a fortune cookie that said, "To remember is to understand." I have never forgotten it. A good judge remembers what it was like to be a lawyer. A good editor remembers being a writer. A good parent remembers what it was like to be a child.
It's only first place in NHL. Nobody remembers who's second place. Everyone remembers the winner.
The body remembers what your mind forgets.
I think as humans, no one remembers their successes, everyone just remembers their failures.
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.
Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it
Everyone who remembers his own education remembers teachers, not methods and techniques. The teacher is the heart of the educational system.
Everyone remembers the winner; nobody remembers who finishes second. But quite a lot, I seem to be right around the hunt with nine holes to play.
The body remembers, the bones remember, the joints remember, even the little finger remembers. Memory is lodged in pictures and feelings in the cells themselves. Like a sponge filled with water, anywhere the flesh is pressed, wrung, even touched lightly, a memory may flow out in a stream.
Gogol remembers having to do the same thing when he was younger, when his grandparents died...He remembers, back then, being bored by it, annoyed at having to observe a ritual no one else he knew followed, in honor of people he had seen only a few times in his life...Now, sitting together at the kitchen table at six-thirty every evening, his father's chair empty, this meatless meal is the only thing that seems to make sense.
The brain can process two million bits of information per second. It remembers everything you've ever seen, everything you've ever heard.
The brain forgets much, but the lower back remembers everything.
The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.
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