#memory

Was there ever in anyone's life span a point free in time, devoid of memory, a night when choice was any more than the sum of all the choices gone before? ↗

— Joan Didion

#anyone #before #choice #choices #devoid

Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination can meet memory in the dark. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#avoided #dark #imagination #meet #memory

A great city, whose image dwells in the memory of man, is the type of some great idea. Rome represents conquest; Faith hovers over the towers of Jerusalem; and Athens embodies the pre-eminent quality of the antique world, Art. ↗

— Benjamin Disraeli

#art #athens #city #conquest #dwells

Tired mothers find that spanking takes less time than reasoning and penetrates sooner to the seat of the memory. ↗

— Will Durant

#less #memory #mothers #penetrates #reasoning

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

On the day I was born, or possibly on one of the following days, my father went on a walk in the forested hills and thought of a name for me. His first son was called Daniel, and Samuel in memory of one of his forefathers. ↗

— Immanuel Velikovsky

#called #daniel #day #days #father

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

Curiosity is as much the parent of attention, as attention is of memory. ↗

— Richard Whately

#curiosity #memory #much #parent

There was a train that would come by our house every night, and I'd hear the whistle blow. That is the sweetest memory I have. ↗

— Cassandra Wilson

#come #every #every night #hear #house