![]() 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 ~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), Sparks from the Philosopher's Stone, 1882 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. This time because of all our coming and going either she failed to give the hint or I overlooked it. But Dolores reminds me of cardinal dates, and more particularly of any forthcoming date when a carefully chosen present would be appropriate. Summer and winter, sun and rain, week-ends, the spring and autumn publishing seasons, such loose anniversaries are good enough for me. I am not a neolithic agriculturist and I leave the calendar to my secretary far away now in London. Yesterday evening was saddened by an almost criminal negligence on my part. ~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. ~Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary, 2015 The least contaminated memory might exist in the brain of a patient with amnesia - in the brain of someone who cannot contaminate it by remembering it. 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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