~Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest Miss Prism: Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.Ĭecily: Yes, but it usually chronicles the things that have never happened. If I didn't write them down, I should probably forget all about them. ~Robert Brault, Ĭecily: I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of my life. In memories of childhood we press our nose to the pane, looking in. In childhood we press our nose to the pane, looking out. How often do our thoughts play "hide-and-seek" with us in our memory! ~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), Sparks from the Philosopher's Stone, 1882 Many folks mistake their IMAGINATION for their memory. "Then you would say," suggested the Abbé, "that a man cannot lose his memory? Or rather, that if a man loses his memory, then it is no longer the same man, but a different one?." ~Ronald A. Personality, believe me, is nothing else than the harvest of our memories." The cells of memory are the tissues out of which the mind-life is built up. "What am I? Nothing else, if you look at the thing closely, but the sum of my past experiences, tied up together in a bundle with the string we call memory. We do not remember days, we remember moments. ~Pierce Harris, in Atlanta Journal, as quoted in The Reader's Digest, 1985 You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. Memory is a child walking along a seashore. Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food. ~ The Good Doctor, "Disaster," 2019, written by David Shore & Tracy Taylor When memory goes, all that's left is emotion. ~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), Sparks from the Philosopher's Stone, 1882 Golden threads of imagination will always be found woven into the fabric of a human life, and it affords one of the sweetest pastimes to old age to sit down and slowly unravel them, recalling the hours when first they were spun. It was as if some silver chime had waked a chord in his memory. There are memories that will always make me lonesome but will never make me sad. Why is one day set apart from the rest when you look back into your life? What makes one day stand out vivid and arresting as if a wind blew in from the vast subconscious reaches, riffling through the old year's calendar to pin back one page before the mind's eye? ~Cid Ricketts Sumner, But the Morning Will Come, 1949 The next best thing to the enjoyment of a good time, is the recollection of it. There are memories I choose not to live with, but we occasionally meet for a drink. ~George Moore, "The Portrait: The Triumph of the Soul," Pagan Poems, 1881Įach man's memory is his private literature, and every recollection affects us with something of the penetrative force that belongs to the work of art. The past and present are not twain, but single. Listening for ever to their wandering murmur: With perfumed memories blown across the oceanĪcross the seas around whose shores I wander, Of looking back, and all my life is scented The past is past, but now I have the sweetness The only reliable memories, I suppose, are the ones that have been forgotten. Over time, these small alterations add up. I can't help but alter things when I step inside - tracking mud on the floor, moving furniture out of alignment, kicking up swirls of dust. I imagine my recollections like rooms in a house. ~Max Nordau (1849–1923), "The Art of Growing Old," How Women Love and Other Tales (Soul Analysis), translated from the German by an unnamed translator, 1896 Įach time we remember something, we change it. These were the archives of the history of his own heart. ~ The Wonder Years, "Christmas," 1988, written by Bob Brush At first that was disappointing, until I learned that memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you wish to never lose. ~William Wordsworth, lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey, on revisiting the banks of the Wye during a tour, 1798 July 13thįor me, that year Christmas stopped being about tinsel and wrapping paper and started being about memory. Rather, memory is a glorious grab bag of the past from which one can at leisure pluck bittersweet experiences of times gone by and relive them. Memory is more than a dustbin of time, stuffed with yesterday's trash. ~Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie, Scene One, 1945 The interior is therefore rather dim and poetic. It omits some details others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. Think how determinedly it entwines itself around the past! ~Ronald A. Memory Quotes, Sayings about Memories The Quote Garden ™īut memory.
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