Memory
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Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.
The funniest memory that I can recall about my school days has to be one incident that involved unfinished homework for numerous days. I didn't do any of my homework for days and days at a stretch, and kept stalling my teacher that I was extremely unwell and was under heavy medication.
Time and memory are true artists; they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire.
Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
When I played the Sahara Hotel in Las Vegas on New Year's Eve, I got to bring Wiley, my 85-pound black lab. He's responsible for my favorite New Year's memory of all: At the end of the show, he ran onstage and then out across all the tables in the showroom, sending champagne glasses and gamblers flying.
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
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.
There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
Selective memory is surely one of nature's most effective ways of ensuring the survival of our species.
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.
You never realize what a good memory you have until you try to forget something.
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