Memory moderates prosperity, decreases adversity, controls youth and delights old age.
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.
There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.
The more connections that can be made in the brain, the more integrated the experience is within memory.
Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.
As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate.
Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, when the defect is in the judgment; and others, by grasping at all, retain nothing.
Memory is the cabinet of the imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and, the council chamber of thought.
You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts, it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.
Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.
Death is a law and not a punishment. Three things ought to console us for giving up life; the friends whom we have lost, the few persons worth of being loved whom we leave behind us, and finally the memory of our stupidities and the assurance that they are now going to stop.
The creditor hath a better memory than the debtor.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong.
... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancyâthat it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.
A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.
Gratitude is the memory of the heart. [Fr., La reconnaissance est la memoire du coeur.]
Let but the commons hear this testament, Which (pardon me) I do not mean to read, And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Upon their issue.
Gratitude is the heart's memory.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
Happiness is the art of never holding in your mind the memory of any unpleasant thing that has passed.
Gratitude is the heart's memory. -French Proverb.
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.
The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example.