Memories Of A Past Life 소설 & 이야기

Madelyn whispered. Every memory she recalled from her past life felt like a dagger stabbing into her heart, subjecting her to endless torture. Even in this life, Madelyn could not find a way to let go of all the pain that Zach had caused her in her past life. To her, retaining all her memories after being reborn was worse than death. At that moment, the nurse happened to pass by and noticed Madelyn clenching her chest, visibly in pain. Thinking that something was happening to her, the nurse rushed over to check on her.

VALENTINA The hollow of life is full of sorrows and painful memories; at least, that is what I am experiencing. In the very darkest part of my soul lie those buried memories I thought I had walked past, but the sudden glimpse of something stirred all of it once more. It's weird, though. Apart from all my living memories, I also possess a memory of myself that I had never lived. It's quite intriguing for me to feel as though I had lived it when I didn't. What is happening to me? Am I losing my senses?

And right here,It was the beginning of another life for me. Hey guys!!! So.... here we have it. It is a whole new twist for Ethan and Nuella. Do you think Ethan would ever walk again? Will fate bring back the things Ethan wants back. Let's all find out in this amazing journey of "Memories". See y'all in the next chapter 😉 Thanks for reading Xoxo Dim Leon 😘😘

Compared to other kids his age, Golden wasn't exactly normal because he belonged to a rare group of people that can retain memories from before they were born, in other words, memories of their past lives. In fact, Golden barely qualified as a member of that group because compared to others with the same condition, he remembered only a little bit, while the others retained the memories of all their past lives or almost all of it. Furthermore, his inherited knowledge of his past life was mostly miscellaneous, not very useful.

He said, "I love you." He remained awake, just thinking about what Charlotte had told him. Liam silently thought, 'I want to remember too. I want to know how I lived in that past that Charlotte spoke of, but how?' Since he was already awake, he used his time to research through the internet. He softly read what he found, "If we remembered our past lives, it would be difficult to concentrate on our current life, so we don't necessarily remember anything upon rebirth. The exception might be people who died traumatic deaths in past lives and reincarnated or reborn immediately without crossing over into the spirit world, so they are not veiled and remember their past life with all the details."

said Sumico fluently and steadily. “I haven’t dreamt of our previous lives for all these times, My Sumi Darling. Why can I dream of it now?” wondered Virando within his bit perplexity. “Perhaps when our love grows stronger towards each other, the memories from our past lives begin to show up piece by piece. Or perhaps… perhaps… perhaps we did have something undone, unfinished and unsolved in the past so that it appears again at this moment, in these present lives of ours in order to be finished.” Sumico tried to speak up her perspective and paradigm.

263 – Even if the Mind Forgets, the Soul Remembers (5) ‘I died?’ Ye Mo tried to remember the last thing that happened to him, but only fragmented pieces of images appeared in his mind. Confusion was the only thing he could feel aside from the head-splitting pain, though he was trying to calm himself and follow the words of the little girl to embrace his memories. ‘Since I died, shouldn’t I undergo samsara? Why am I seeing the memories of my former reincarnations?’

Prologue I saw you clear as sky, but why am I asking why? Have we met before? It feels like we’ve known each other for so long. Who are you? I really want to know you. “Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.” - Jacqueline Winspear

Is this going to be my end? I feel my heated tears as it flow at the side of eyes. My cries turn silent as my fists and legs are tired fighting against the tight space. It is as if my right to grasp for air was taking away from me… until my eyelids sink as the last tear drops. I recall what my Nanang used to tell me… “When a person dies, all the memories will flash right through the eyes as if commemorating the experiences on Earth. You will remember everything from your childhood until the present you. It’s like you’re seeing yourself in a flashback or in the play at the theater… like a broken vinyl.”

“Before all of that.” “So you’re claiming we have a history.” “I’m not claiming anything. We do.” “In a past life.” “In every life. Your soul is the same regardless of the lifetime it’s been given. What we were is what we are.” He held my gaze. “You just don’t remember it yet.”