The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.

Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the read more

Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my
mouth; if I prefer read more

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my
mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

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.]

Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with read more

Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,
And trembl'd with fear at your frown!

But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not read more

But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.

Though sands be black and bitter black the sea,
Night lie before me and behind me night,
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Though sands be black and bitter black the sea,
Night lie before me and behind me night,
And God within far Heaven refuse to light
The consolation of the dawn for me,--
Between the shadowy burns of Heaven and Hell,
It is enough love leaves my soul to dwell
With memory.

Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe, and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time read more

Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe, and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time and never forget everything and every person that has the least place within your heart.

Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?

Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?