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Truth only needs to be for once spoken out; and there's such music in her, such strange rhythm, as makes men's memories her joyous slaves.
Out of our deepest memories come the forgotten forms of the past, given new life by the living sentience of an ancient and eternal forest.
In its more listless moments, 'Pharaoh's Army' seems a ramshackle collection of memories not overly concerned with telling a larger story.
I am told many children block out the memory of trauma. In fact, the healing process can only truly begin when we are willing to remember.
Par toi tout le bonheur que m'offre l'avenir Est dans mon souvenir. Through you, all the happiness that the future offers Is in my memory.
Only everyone forgets how seldom our memory is accurate. Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past"p.193
Now I know that grief is a whetstone that sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within.
Some memories come with a very compelling sense of truth about them. And that happens to be the case even with memories that are not true.
The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.
You must have the courage to face what happened today and to live with it in your heart and to use the memory of it to grow and be strong.
Even if I know that really it's not a great song, even if it's a naff song but I have a good memory of it, then to me that's a great song.
The Jungian view of drama would be that it affects all of our imaginations and somehow taps into our hidden, ancient, primordial memories.
To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward.
A man who in the struggles of life has no home to retire to, in fact or in memory, is without life's best rewards and life's best defences.
In Truth I found myself incorrigible with respect to Order; and now I am grown old, and my Memory bad, I feel very sensibly the want of it.
Can you imagine 4,000 years passing, and you're not even a memory? Think about it, friends. It's not just a possibility. It is a certainty.
I don't profess to be an expert on anything, or have the memory for who ran in 1952. I am an informed American citizen, that's my position.
Memory is the power to revive again in our minds those ideas which after imprinting have disappeared, or have been laid aside out of sight.
Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women will stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.
Thus aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.
I think it would be interesting if old people got anti-Alzheimer's disease where they slowly began to recover other people's lost memories.
Once upon a time, this idea of having a trained, disciplined, cultivated memory was not nearly so alien as it would seem to us to be today.
Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.
The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments. If you don't celebrate those, they can pass you by.
There's things that happen in a person's life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there's no forgetting them.
Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.
Retirement wasn't a reward at the end of a well-run career ... it was a void surrounded by endless dull hours, haunted by memories of work.
Sign of old age: distress at all leave-takings, all separations. And the sadness of memories, because I'm aware they're condemned to death.
Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened.
That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.
I have tried to keep memory alive... I have tried to fight those who would forget. Because if we forget, we are guilty, we are accomplices.
I can change. I can live out of my imagination instead of my memory. I can tie myself to my limitless potential instead of my limiting past
I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.
Some of my best memories are sitting on my dad's lap, cheering on Olga and Nadia, Carl Lewis and others for their brilliance and perfection.
Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.
Everyone knows that there are some odors that send you directly back to memories of your childhood - odors from Christmas time and so forth.
But there is room now in my heart for more memories, carved by a letting go that I could find only by coming home to a place I'd never been.
I used to - my earliest memory of waking up with a melody in my head was, you know, 8, 9, 10. I've always heard kind of melodies in my head.
Tom Walls and his cohort are wolves in sheep's clothing who will besmirch the memory of some genuine historic figures by the next full moon.
I've been very fortunate in the things I've had in my life. But, at the same time, I wish I had the same types of memories as everyone else.
A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.
There is magic in the memory of schoolboy friendships; it softens the heart, and even affects the nervous system of those who have no heart.
In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.
We are having wind and rain here, and I am very glad not to be alone. I work from memory on bad days, and that would not do if I were alone.
I got good grades but no particular comment stands out in my memory, I'm afraid. I was one of those annoying and rather boring model pupils.
Thanks for the memory Of lingerie with lace, Pilsner by the case And how I jumped the day you trumped my one-and-only ace How lovely it was!
And the sad truth is that nobody wants me to write comedy. The Exorcist not only ended that career, it expunged all memory of its existence.
A Latin teacher told me I might make a good actress, and that stuck in my memory. I did some modeling, and Polanski gave me that small part.
It will take mind and memory months and possibly years to gather together the details, and thus learn and know the whole extent of the loss.
That is my major preoccupation, memory, the kingdom of memory. I want to protect and enrich that kingdom, glorify that kingdom and serve it.