#memory

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. ↗

— John Doolittle

#day #diluted #families #four #hearts

This is only a record of broken and apparently unrelated memories, some of them as distinct and sequent as brilliant beads upon a thread, others remote and strange, having the character of crimson dreams with interspaces blank and black -- witch-fires glowing still and red in a great desolation. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#memory #dreams

Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness. ↗

— Andre Gide

#like #memory #nothing #prevents

And if the great fear had not come upon me, as it did, and forced me to do my duty, I might have been less good to the people than some man who had never dreamed at all, even with the memory of so great a vision in me. ↗

— Black Elk

#come #did #dreamed #duty #even

Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory? ↗

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

#memory #repeat #rote #volumes #wisdom

His impact would have been of transient memory and comparatively small importance, had not that impact occurred at a time and in a way to make it supply particulars from which momentous generalizations can properly be projected. ↗

— Robert Welch

#comparatively #generalizations #had #his #impact

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract. ↗

— Jessamyn West

#designed #hold #magnet #material #memory

My eyesight is not nearly as good. My hearing is probably going away. My memory is slipping too. But I'm still around. ↗

— John Wooden

#away #eyesight #going #going away #good

It was one of those strange moments that came to him rarely, but never left. A moment that stamped itself on heart and brain, instantly recallable in every detail, for all of his life. There was no telling what made these moments different from any other, though he knew them when they came. He had seen sights more gruesome and more beautiful by far, and been left with no more than a fleeting muddle of their memory. But these-- the still moments, as he called them to himself-- they came with no warning, to print a random image of the most common things inside his brain, indelible. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#beauty

Man is the only creature we know, that, when the term of his natural life is ended, leaves the memory of himself behind him. ↗

— William Godwin

#creature #ended #him #himself #his