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I think that we are already making steps toward mapping out the brain so we can identify the chemical patterns that create and store memory.
Flee and your bad behavior will be fixed in people's minds. Return, seem in goo spirits, and everyone will doubt their own memory of events.
Manipal was the best time I ever had in life: a great university with wonderful teachers, fantastic memories and deep, lifelong friendships.
You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all.
While the majority of my childhood memories are beautiful, I also have experienced the challenges that Nigeria has faced since independence.
I wanted desperately to go on living in someone's memory. If we are not remembered, we are more than dead, for it is as if we had never lived
For a degenerate like me, Vegas is like a walk down memory lane. Last time I went to Vegas, I went to my old coke dealer's kid's bar mitzvah.
Last night I'd made love to a woman for the first and last time. It had been amazing and I had a memory that would shape the rest of my life.
His smile brought back the best times, sweet memories of nights together... stirring up those old feelings that got me thinkin' bout forever.
We only store in memory images of value. To write about one's life is to live it twice, and the second time is both spiritual and historical.
You are not your body; you are not your brain, not even your mind. You are Spirit. All you have to do is reawaken to the memory, to remember.
In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are empty.
In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.
Human memory works its own wheel, and stops where it will, entirely without reference to the last stop, and with no connection with the next.
There is no mysterious essence we can call a 'place'. Place is change. It is motion killed by the mind, and preserved in the amber of memory.
Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried, of the summer that is gone.
I don't particularly have a good memory. I think history is many times just the text written by the victors. I wanted to counter that aspect.
The beautiful, passionate, ruined South, the land of magnolias and music, of roses and romance . . . living on the memory of crushing defeats
Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.
This comes with my/our deepest sympathy, and the hope that the dear memories of your loved one and the passing of time will ease your sorrow.
To leave a place, you'd best leave everything behind; all your possessions, including memory. Traveling's not as easy as it's made out to be.
The function of memory is not only to preserve, but also to throw away. If you remembered everything from your entire life, you would be sick.
Our lives are shaped as much by those who leave us as they are by those who stay. Loss is our legacy. Insight is our gift. Memory is our guide
My memories of Vatican II center on white parishioners turning away from me when I went to shake their hands at Mass during the sign of peace.
Everything I've seen becomes real once it becomes memory. The films I've seen are interchangeable with things that have really happened to me.
There is a shrine in the temple of age, where lie forever embalmed the memories of such as have deserved well of their country and their race.
Memory is like all other human powers, with which no man can be satisfied who measures them by what he can conceive, or by what he can desire.
That is where I got my childhood memories, watching the Home Run Derby as a kid. Maybe some kids are watching me. I would like to return that.
Analysis helps patients put their unconscious procedural memories and actions into words and into context, so they can better understand them.
I have found that all of my memories seem to need a place and that a good part of what we think of as explicit memory has to do with location.
I'm very influenced by a lot of things, but my chief influence is my friends and what I see and what I feel and my own experiences and memory.
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.
Memory is often - perhaps usually - a distorting lens: what we think we remember isn't the way it was at all. It's what we'd like to remember.
And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.
Hell begins the day that God grants you the vision to see all that you could have done, should have done, and would have done, but did not do.
The one who thinks over his experiences most, and weaves them into systematic relations with each other, will be the one with the best memory.
It's always hard when you've known a person a long time and then you have to recognise that you have nothing left in common but your memories.
The historian does simply not come in to replenish the gaps of memory. He constantly challenges even those memories that have survived intact.
To eke out the most happiness from an experience, we must anticipate it, savor it as it unfolds, express happiness, and recall a happy memory.
Sooner or later the public will forget you; the memory of you will fade. What's important are the individuals you've influenced along the way.
Treacherous people do not last only memories of their treason last.So will it last with emotions mixed, of love and hate for treacherous ones.
The early personal computers were not very powerful so the idea of feeding their program into a small amount of memory requires immense skill.
She sleepwalked from moment to moment, and whole months slipped by without memory, without bearing the faintest imprint of her conscious will.
Memory is fiction. We select the brightest and the darkest, ignoring what we are ashamed of, and so embroider the broad tapestry of our lives.
We will not "forget" so as to be able to rejoice; we will rejoice and therefore let those memories (of wrongs suffered) slip out of our minds!
This is writing. You cut out chunks of your own memories, rework them, bleed into them, breathe into the raw clay, and hope the creature lives.
There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.
Although I am a person who expected to be rooted in one spot forever, as it has turned out I love having the memories of living in many places.
Now, as an adult, I appreciate those memories. Mom taught me the importance of compassion for your waitress, your crossing guard, your mailman.
I shall go the way of the open sea, To the lands I knew before you came, And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me The memory of your name.