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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!
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones read more
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.
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!
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.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, read more
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
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.
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.
Out of sighte, out of mynde.
Out of sighte, out of mynde.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
