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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow) For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, and weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe, and moan the expense of many a vanished sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, and heavily from woe to woe tell over the sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, all losses are restored and sorrows end.

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.
Never forget what you need to remember.
Memory is the cabinet of the imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and, the council chamber of thought.
You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives. Life without memory is no life at all, just as an intelligence without the possibility of expression is not really an intelligence. Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.
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?
Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.
Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.
It is surprising how much of memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
I'm still chasing girls. I don't remember what for, but I'm still chasing them.
We don't remember days; we remember moments.
We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age.
Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.
Perhaps one day this too will be pleasant to remember.
Silently, one by one,in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
We worry about losing our memory, yet there are things we wish we could forget.
i want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken. the one that could always brighten up your day even if she couldnt brighten her own.
I always have trouble remembering three things: faces, names, and -- I can't remember what the third thing is.
But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.
People tend to remember my performances, not me.
Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.
Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience, as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred.
Like ultraviolet rays memory shows to each man in the book of life a script that invisibly and prophetically glosses the text.
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.
As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate.
There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.
I can only wait for the final amnesia, the one that can erase an entire life.
The more connections that can be made in the brain, the more integrated the experience is within memory.
Memory is the thing you forget with.
Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.
Contemporaries appreciate the person rather than their merit, posterity will regard the merit rather than the person.
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.
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.
This boy is dead now, I knew it before taking him in my arms, I can remember his face, his suffering, his voice.
You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts, it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.
A good memory is one trained to forget the trivial.
If I could remember the names of all these particles, I'd be a botanist.