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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.
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-Elizabeth Bowen
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When you remember me, it
means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have
left some mark of who I am in who you are. It means that you can summon
me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand
between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means
that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and
speak to me in your heart.
For as long as your remember me, I am never entirely
lost. When I'm feeling most ghost-like, it's your remembering me that
helps remind me that I actually exist. When I'm feeling sad, it's my
consolation. When I'm feeling happy, it's part of why I feel that way.
If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am
will be gone. If you forget me, part of who I am will be gone.
"Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom,"
the good thief said from his cross (Luke 23:42). There are perhaps no more
human words in all of Scripture, no prayer we can pray so well.
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-Frederick Buechner
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~Though we travel the world
over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.
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-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Essays: First Series, 1841
Essay XII, "Art"
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Memory is a child walking along a seashore.
You never know what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its
treasured things.
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-Pierce Harris
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Every man's memory is his private literature.
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-Aldous Huxley
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*Roland looked up and saw
Susan sitting in her window, a bright vision in the gray light of that fall
morning. His heart leaped up and although he didn't know it then, it was
how he would remember her most clearly forever after---lovely Susan, the
girl at the window. So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our
lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see
them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea
that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crossed our minds.
Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of
memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up,
little by little.
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-Stephen King
Wizard and Glass
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*[M]emory is the thread
of personal identity, history is the thread of community identity.
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-Carter Lindberg
The European Reformations, 1996
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Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
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-Laurence J. Peter
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*[A]ll that was left, as at
the awakening from a narcotic, was the feeling that he had known some
immense kind of freedom, never to be matched in reality.
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-Ayn Rand
Atlas Shrugged, 1957
Part Two : Either-Or, Ch. II, "The Aristocracy of Pull"
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Though it's just a memory, some memories
last forever.
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-Rush
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One's memory may almost become the art
of continually varying and misrepresenting one's past, according to one's
interest in the present.
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-George Santayana
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No greater grief than
to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.
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-Friedrich Schiller
(cf. MEMORY : Stevens)
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I always knew that
looking back at my tears would make me laugh, but I never thought that
looking back at my laughter would make me cry.
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-Cat Stevens
(cf. MEMORY : Schiller)
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