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Memory Quotes (page 27)

Boethius quote: "Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their..."
...Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home. Boethius
These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean. Lawrence Durrell
Two gallons is a great deal of wine, even for two paisanos. Spiritually the jugs maybe graduated thus: Just below the shoulder of the first bottle, serious and concentrated conversation. Two inches farther down, sweetly sad memory. Three inches more, thoughts of old and satisfactory loves. An inch, thoughts of bitter loves. Bottom of the first jug, general and undirected sadness. Shoulder of the second jug, black, unholy despondency. Two fingers down, a song of death or longing. A thumb,... John Steinbeck
Georgia O'Keeffe quote: "My first memory is of light -- the brightness of light --..."
My first memory is of light -- the brightness of light -- light all around. Georgia O'Keeffe
Leo Tolstoy quote: "was serene. Her Moscow troubles had become a memory to her."
was serene. Her Moscow troubles had become a memory to her. Leo Tolstoy
Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come. George R. R. Martin
H. P. Lovecraft quote: "Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way."
Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way. H. P. Lovecraft
What we dedicate today is not a memorial to war, rather it's a tribute to the physical and moral courage that makes heroes out of farm and city boys and that inspires Americans in every generation to lay down their lives for people they will never meet, for ideals that make life itself worth living. Bob Dole
Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they'll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears. Margaret Mitchell
The only certainty was that they took everything with them: money, December breezes, the bread knife, thunder at 3 in the afternoon, the scent of jasmines, love. All that remained were the dusty almond trees, the reverberating streets, the houses of wood and roofs of rusting tin with their taciturn inhabitants, devastated by memories. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
I remember how, as a boy, I used to collect the cork tips of my father's cigarettes and stick them in my stamp albums. I believed they contained his unspoken words, which one day would explain everything. I have not changed. Now I explore my memories, trying to discover the substructure hidden beneath my past actions, searching for the link to connect them all. Jerzy Kosinski
Or maybe the ... shock of it started me covering up all kinds of memories the way a squirrel hides a nut and forgets where he's buried it. Haruki Murakami
It is obvious that the war which Hitler and his accomplices waged was a war not only against Jewish men, women, and children, but also against Jewish religion, Jewish culture, Jewish tradition, therefore Jewish memory. Elie Wiesel
Any single historical event is too complex to be adequately known by anyone. It transcends all the intellectual capacities of men. Our practice is to wait until a sufficient number of details have been forgotten. Of course things seem simpler then! Our memories work that way; we retain the facts which are easiest to think about. B. F. Skinner
I am, yet what I am none cares or knowsMy friends forsake me like a memory lostI am the self-consumer of my woesThey rise and vanish in oblivious hostLike shadows in love's frenzied, stifled throesAnd yet I am, and live, like vapours tossedInto the nothingness of scorn and noiseInto the living sea of waking dreamsWhere there is neither sense of life or joysBut the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;Even the dearest, that I loved the bestAre strange - nay, rather stranger than the rest John Clare

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