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With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, read more
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;
Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!
Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;
Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!
But when he (man) shall have been taken from sight, he quickly
goes also out of mind.
[Lat., read more
But when he (man) shall have been taken from sight, he quickly
goes also out of mind.
[Lat., Cum autem sublatus fuerit ab oculis, etiam cito transit a
mente.]
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.
Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most
beautiful prizes slip through it.
Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most
beautiful prizes slip through it.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
'Tis said that absence conquers love;
But oh! believe it not
I've tried, alas! its power to read more
'Tis said that absence conquers love;
But oh! believe it not
I've tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot read more
Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.
