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Out of sighte, out of mynde.
Out of sighte, out of mynde.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.
By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.
The painful memories of the past will shape our future; the moments we cherish last forever in a beautiful array read more
The painful memories of the past will shape our future; the moments we cherish last forever in a beautiful array of remembrance.
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.
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?
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
[Lat., Vita enim mortuorum in memoria read more
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
[Lat., Vita enim mortuorum in memoria vivorum est posita.]
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
