A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over.

It's regrets that make painful memories. When I was crazy I did everything just right.

People will not look forward to posterity, who never look backward to their ancestors.

What takes us back to the past are the memories. What brings us forward is our dreams.

You try for a little happiness, and what do you get? A few memories and a fat stomach!

But it's funny how the memory works and how sometimes we just belive whatever we want.

Anyone who invokes authors in discussion is not using his intelligence but his memory.

Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life.

I had five great years at Liverpool and I would rather just keep that memory as it is.

I shall carry to the Catacombs of Age, Photographically lined On the tablet of my mind

Photographs put time into such a perspective. They humble us and our selfish memories.

The life given us, by nature is short; but the memory of a well-spent life is eternal.

Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.

Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.

The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.

For memory is a moral action, a choice. You can choose to remember. You can choose not.

The Lord's Prayer may be committed to memory quickly, but it is slowly learnt by heart.

Here is a shared memory that we didn't share, forgot to share, for almost ninety years.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

Learning to read music in Braille and play by ear helped me develop a damn good memory.

One day these will just be memories that I haveso I try to enjoy it as much as possible

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.

What we perceive as the present is the vivid fringe of memory tinged with anticipation.

I have always noticed in politics how often men are ruined by having too good a memory.

Throughout his life the memory of that happy day stayed locked secretly in (his) heart.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

I'm proud of what I achieved there, but a life built on memories is not much of a life.

When we use memories, we are creators. But when our memories use us, we become victims.

Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

Memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile.

I know a girl made of memories and phrases, lives her whole life in chapters and phases.

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.

It is the prowess of scholars that meetings bring delight and departures leave memories.

Fear is the memory of pain. Addiction is the memory of pleasure. Freedom is beyond both.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

History is a people's memory, and without a memory, man is demoted to the lower animals.

There are no verdicts to childhood, only consequences, and the bright freight of memory.

I have great memories of being a Cub, and I'm happy building new ones with the Phillies.

What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.

Both expectations and memories are more than mere images founded on previous experience.

There are millions and billions of atoms of memory of all kinds of musical themes in me.

Home is where you hange your memories. . . Home is where you begin again to dream again.

When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts.

There are two cinemas: the films we have actually seen and the memories we have of them.

Things don't really impress me. Memories impress me. It's not the toys, it's the people.

I love Boston and I always will. I'll always have terrific memories and great fans here.

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