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?
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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.
No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.
No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.
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.
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, read more
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
And all that thou hast done for me!
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never read more
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
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.]
The heart that truly loves never forgets.
The heart that truly loves never forgets.
A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.
A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
