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Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!
Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
Unless we remember we cannot understand.
Unless we remember we cannot understand.
The selective memory isn't selective enough.
The selective memory isn't selective enough.
To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.
To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Remembrances embellish life but forgetfulness alone makes it
possible.
[Fr., Les souvenirs embellissent la vie, l'oubli seul la read more
Remembrances embellish life but forgetfulness alone makes it
possible.
[Fr., Les souvenirs embellissent la vie, l'oubli seul la rend
possible.]
Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most
beautiful prizes slip through it.
Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most
beautiful prizes slip through it.
