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The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
[Lat., Vita enim mortuorum in memoria read more
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
[Lat., Vita enim mortuorum in memoria vivorum est posita.]
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, read more
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
And all that thou hast done for me!
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.
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.
I have short-term memory loss, though I like to think of it as Presidential eligibility.
I have short-term memory loss, though I like to think of it as Presidential eligibility.
Though sands be black and bitter black the sea,
Night lie before me and behind me night,
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Though sands be black and bitter black the sea,
Night lie before me and behind me night,
And God within far Heaven refuse to light
The consolation of the dawn for me,--
Between the shadowy burns of Heaven and Hell,
It is enough love leaves my soul to dwell
With memory.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
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.
Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the read more
Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.