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Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or read more
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have read more
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!
Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!
Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory it too good.
Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory it too good.
Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe, and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time read more
Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe, and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time and never forget everything and every person that has the least place within your heart.
Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.
Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.
Memory is like an orgasm. It's a lot better if you don't have to fake it.
Memory is like an orgasm. It's a lot better if you don't have to fake it.
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, read more
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment -- but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
