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Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.
Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe read more
It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe --though we didn't know it at the time. We know it now. Because it's in the past; because we have survived.
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 the mother of all wisdom.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, read more
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment -- but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
Don't remember what you can infer.
Don't remember what you can infer.
I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people read more
I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my read more
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
