Memory
Parents lend children their experience and a vicarious memory; children endow their parents with a vicarious immortality.
It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one's memory. That is a transformation in which imagination collaborates with memory.
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
Memory has a spottiness, as if the film was sprinkled with developer instead of immersed in it.
No amount of time will weaken our allegiance to avenging those lost in the horrible attacks. America has a sharp memory, a firm resolve, and a commitment to her own.
The last four years have not diluted the memory or weakened the resolve of our citizens. Four years later, our hearts still hurt for the families whose loved ones were murdered that day.
You never realize what a good memory you have until you try to forget something.
My earliest memory is my mom picking me up after I had fallen down, giving me a big hug and reading me 'Goodnight Moon'. From that moment, to this one, every single memory I have of my mom is that regardless of what was happening in her life, she was always, always there for me.
Selective memory is surely one of nature's most effective ways of ensuring the survival of our species.
Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.
My favorite holiday memory was sitting at home all day in my pajamas during winter break for school watching a bunch of old Christmas movies like 'Jack Frost' and 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer' with my siblings and parents.
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
No trace of slavery ought to mix with the studies of the freeborn man. No study, pursued under compulsion, remains rooted in the memory.
Memory is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved.
We can invent only with memory.
Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.
I think of music as creating a space. I like to put things in that are comforting to me and are nostalgic. To me, that's what sampling does in songs; it's making deeper layers for people who know where it comes from, but also referencing another part of my history and my memory or a memory that I have.
I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
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