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The palest ink is better than the best memory.
The palest ink is better than the best memory.
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
I do perceive that the old proverb be not alwaies trew, for I do
finde that the absence of read more
I do perceive that the old proverb be not alwaies trew, for I do
finde that the absence of my Nath, doth breeds in me the more
continuall remembrance of him.
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my
mouth; if I prefer read more
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my
mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
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!
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
The painful memories of the past will shape our future; the moments we cherish last forever in a beautiful array read more
The painful memories of the past will shape our future; the moments we cherish last forever in a beautiful array of remembrance.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
