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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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.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Far from our eyes th' Enchanting Objects set,
Advantage by the friendly Distance get.
Far from our eyes th' Enchanting Objects set,
Advantage by the friendly Distance get.
He who is not very strong in memory should not meddle with lying.
He who is not very strong in memory should not meddle with lying.
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.
Memory is like an orgasm. It's a lot better if you don't have to fake it.
Memory is like an orgasm. It's a lot better if you don't have to fake it.
The palest ink is better than the best memory.
The palest ink is better than the best memory.
