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Sunday, 6 July 2008
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"Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life." (Congreve, William - Joy)

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Browse Quotations about Memory

A good memory is one trained to forget the trivial.
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.
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.
Be careful about lending a friend money. It may damage her memory.
But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.
Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age.
Contemporaries appreciate the person rather than their merit, posterity will regard the merit rather than the person.
Creditors have better memories than debtors.
Don't remember what you can infer.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.
Forget those things that aren't worth remembering.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
He is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.
He who has not a good memory should never take upon himself the trade of lying.
Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase by incorporating extraneous features.
I always have trouble remembering three things: faces, names, and -- I can't remember what the third thing is.
I can only wait for the final amnesia, the one that can erase an entire life.
I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.
I'm still chasing girls. I don't remember what for, but I'm still chasing them.
If I could remember the names of all these particles, I'd be a botanist.
If I could remember your name, I'd ask you where I left my keys.
If you are speaking the truth you don't have to remember anything.
If you want to win friends, make it a point to remember them. If you remember my name, you pay me a subtle compliment; you indicate that I have made an impression on you. Remember my name and you add to my feeling of importance.
In endowing us with memory, nature has revealed to us a truth utterly unimaginable to the unreflective creation, the truth of immortality. The most ideal human passion is love, which is also the most absolute and animal and one of the most ephemeral.
In memory everything seems to happen to music.
In times like these, it helps to recall that there have always been times like these.
It is said that God gave us memory so we could have roses in winter. But it is also true that without memory we could not have self in any season. The more memories you have, the more you have. That is why, as Swift said, No wise man ever wished to be younger.
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?
It is surprising how much of memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
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.
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.
Like ultraviolet rays memory shows to each man in the book of life a script that invisibly and prophetically glosses the text.
Lord, keep my memory green.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
Memories are all we really own.
Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.
Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.
Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, when the defect is in the judgment; and others, by grasping at all, retain nothing.
Memory is like a purse, if it be over-full that it cannot shut, all will drop out of it. Take heed of a gluttonous curiosity to feed on many things, lest the greediness of the appetite of thy memory spoil the digestion thereof.
Memory is like an orgasm. It's a lot better if you don't have to fake it.
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.
Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?
Memory is the cabinet of the imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and, the council chamber of thought.
Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.
Memory is the scribe of the soul.
Memory is the thing you forget with.
Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.
Memory moderates prosperity, decreases adversity, controls youth and delights old age.
Memory: We retain: 10 percent of what we read; 20 percent of what we hear; 30 percent of what we see ?50 percent of what we hear and see; 70 percent of what we say; 90 percent of what we say and do
Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.
Never forget what you need to remember.
Not the power to remember, but its very opposite, the power to forget, is a necessary condition for our existence.
Nothing improves the memory more than trying to forget.
Observation is an old man's memory.
Of what significance are the things you can forget.
Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start when memory plays an old tune on the heart!
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
One lives in the world's memory only by what they have done in the world's behalf.
Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.
Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.
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.
Paradoxically one of the greatest advantages of mind maps is that they are seldom needed again. The very act of constructing a map is itself so effective in fixing ideas in memory that very often a whole map can recalled without going back to it at all. A mind map is so strongly visual and uses so many of the natural functions of memory that frequently it can be simply read off in the mind's eye.
People may correctly remember the events of twenty years ago (a remarkable feat), but who remembers his fears, his disgusts, his tone of voice? It is like trying to bring back the weather of that time.
People tend to remember my performances, not me.
People with good memories seldom remember anything worth remembering.
Perhaps one day this too will be pleasant to remember.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
Remember, your prerogative is to govern, and not to serve the things of this world.
Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.
Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.