#memo

Memory works according to meaning, and when something is important to you, the Google in your brain brings it forward all of a sudden. ↗

— Stephen Tobolowsky

#brain #brings #forward #google #important

By the time I was in sixth grade I could bound every country in the world from memory. ↗

— Clyde Tombaugh

#by the time #could #country #every #grade

His nerve, his memory, and I can't remember the third thing. ↗

— Lee Trevino

#i #memory #nerve #remember #thing

I discovered that Robert Todd Lincoln was there for each of the first three assassinations. I wanted to write about the Lincoln Memorial, so when I found out he had attended its dedication, that helped focus it further. ↗

— Sarah Vowell

#assassinations #attended #dedication #discovered #each

My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many clean words to say, my grandmothers were strong. ↗

— Margaret Walker

#clean #full #grandmothers #hands #many

I feel that the thing that probably aided me the most in that scene with the dog was the utilization and using an actual recreation, affective memory, if you want to call it, of pain. ↗

— Ray Walston

#affective #aided #call #dog #feel

I think things like food, the food of the south is sort of the common tie that binds us all, Black and White, the sense memories. It's a very particular part of the country. ↗

— Sela Ward

#black #black and white #common #country #food

And it sort of jogged a memory of something that I read at school and I read it, and I thought God this is it. So you never can tell. I could find something this afternoon. ↗

— Andrew Lloyd Webber

#could #find #god #i #memory

From 1971 onwards, the Memorial Day holiday was officially observed on the last Monday in May and became the unofficial start of the summer, with barbecues, blockbuster movie openings and mattress sales. ↗

— Allen West

#became #blockbuster #day #holiday #last

Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of public or private happiness. A few, the wolves, collected thighs, other men loved the dawn scratching mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers. For me happiness was to share singing, praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes. I ask forgiveness for my bad ways: my life had no use on earth. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#love #memory #pablo-neruda #poetry #forgiveness