For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.
One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
People who want to appear clever rely on memory. People who want to get things done make lists.
Language is memory and metaphor.
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.
Literature becomes the living memory of a nation.
One learns little more about a man from his feats of literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.
Who knows what true loneliness isânot the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
However often marriage is dissolved, it remains indissoluble. Real divorce, the divorce of heart and nerve and fiber, does not exist, since there is no divorce from memory.
A good memory is needed once we have lied. [Fr., Il faut bonne memoire apres qu'on a menti.]
One ought to have a good memory when he has told a lie.
A liar should have a good memory.
However often marriage is dissolved, it remains indissoluble. Real divorce, the divorce of heart and nerve and fiber, does not exist, since there is no divorce from memory.
Pithy sentences are like sharp nails which force truth upon our memory.
(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor? (Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies That keep her from her rest. (Macbeth:) Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory of a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of the perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? (Doctor:) Therein the patient Must minister to himself. (Macbeth:) Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it!
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
Though sands be black and bitter black the sea, Night lie before me and behind me night, And God within far Heaven refuse to light The consolation of the dawn for me,-- Between the shadowy burns of Heaven and Hell, It is enough love leaves my soul to dwell With memory.
Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things. [Lat., Memoria est thesaurus omnium rerum e custos.]
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. [Lat., Vita enim mortuorum in memoria vivorum est posita.]
Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
A great many complimentary things have been said about the faculty of memory, and if you look in a good quotation book you will find them neatly arranged.
Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.