We need not destroy the past. It is gone.
It’s surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.
Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.
Memory itself is an internal rumour.
Memory is what makes us young or old.
Life is all memory except for the one present moment that goes by so quick you can hardly catch it going.
He who is not very strong in memory should not meddle with lying.
Your heart is as fresh as your face; and that is well. The useless men are those who never change with the years. Many views that I held to in my youth and long afterwards are a pain to me now, and I am carrying away from Thrums memories of errors into which I fell at every stage of my ministry. When you are older you will know that life is a long lesson in humility.
Liars ought to have good memories
She was the people’s princess and that is how she will stay, how she will remain in our hearts and our memories for ever.
Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.
Memory is the cabinet of imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience and the council-chamber of thought.
How many powerful memories are triggered by smell and taste? Your mothers old perfume, the smell your fathers breath, the taste of the soap theyd make you eat.
When our memories outweigh our dreams, we have grown old.
I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn’t mine anymore, but one in which I’d found the simplest and most lasting joys.
Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.
Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.
No canvas absorbs color like memory.
Creditors have better memories than debtors.
I’m always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
Memory is the power to revive again in our minds those ideas which after imprinting have disappeared, or have been laid aside out of sight.
Memories are nothing but the lash with which yesterday flogs tomorrow.
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
The memory of past favors is like a rainbow, bright, vivid, and beautiful; but it soon fades away. The in memory of injuries is engraved on the heart, and remains forever.
A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
The secret of a good memory is attention, and attention to a subject depends upon our interest in it. We rarely forget that which has made a deep impression on our minds.
The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.
Memory is a paradise out of which fate cannot drive us.
The memory is a treasurer to whom we must give funds, if we would draw the assistance we need.
In memory’s telephoto lens, far objects are magnified.
Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.
Memory is more incredible than ink.
God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
Enduring echoes call out from his past.Time ain’t for saving, no time’s not for that.Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire,He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare.
Our memories are independent of our wills.
Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.
Memory is not so brilliant as hope, but it is more beautiful, and a thousand times more true.
Memory, in widow’s weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.
Memory is the primary and fundamental power, without which there could be no other intellectual operation.
Nothing is so admirable in politics as a short memory.
I have memories – but only a fool stores his past in the future.
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.
Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.
A mothers happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
Every man’s memory is his private literature.
Memory breeds in me strange loneliness.
Memory and forgetfulness are as life and death to one another. To live is to remember and to remember is to live. To die is to forget and to forget is to die.
Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.
No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
For some life lasts a short while, but the memories it holds last forever.
For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it is a pity that you use it so little.
Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.
There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.