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Memory is the human faculty by which past events and information are remembered.
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
- Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
- Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses, 1990.
- Reg, as he insisted on being called, had a memory that he himself had once compared to the Queen Alexandra Birdwing Butterfly in that it was colorful, flitted prettily hither and thither, and was now, alas, almost completely extinct.
- Remembrance is neither what happened nor what did not happen but, rather, their potentialization, their becoming possible once again.
- Giorgio Agamben, Potentialities: Collected Essays in Philosophy (1999)
- Not the power to remember, but its very opposite, the power to forget, is a necessary condition for our existence.
- Sholem Asch, The Nazarene, 1939, p. 3.
- God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.
- J. M. Barrie, Courage, 1922.
- Memories are like flagstones, time and distance work upon them like drops of acid.
- Ugo Betti, Delitto all’isola delle Capre, 1946, as translated by Henry Reed, 1961.
- It's good to have a short memory because it keeps life fresh.
- A baby is expected. A trip is expected. News is expected. Forgetfulness is expected. An invitation is expected. Hope is expected. But memories are not expected. They just come.
- Giannina Braschi, Pastoral in Empire of Dreams, 1983.
- Memory is the storehouse in which the substance of our knowledge is treasured up.
- I am a miser of my memories of you
And will not spend them.
- Witter Bynner, Coins, in The Beloved Stranger: Two Books of Song & a Divertisement for the Unknown Lover, 1919.
- A happy childhood can't be cured. Mine'll hang around my neck like a rainbow, that's all, instead of a noose.
- Hortense Calisher, Queenie, 1971.
- To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.
- Thomas Campbell, Hallowed Ground, 1825.
- Memory is the thing you forget with.
- Alexander Chase, Perspectives, 1966.
- It is therefore necessary that memorable things should be committed to writing, (the witness of times, the light and the life of truth,) and not wholly betaken [i.e., committed] to slippery memory which seldom yields a certain reckoning.
- Edward Coke, Les Reports de Edward Coke (1660), vol. 1, p. 3. Spelling modernized.
- The sense of smell can be extraordinarily evocative, bringing back pictures as sharp as photographs of scenes that had left the conscious mind.
- Thalassa Cruso, To Everything There is a Season, 1973.
- The present is nothing else than the sum of what one perceives, remembers and hopes for.
- Fausto Cercignani in: Brian Morris, Simply Transcribed. Quotations from Writings by Fausto Cercignani, 2014, quote 56.
- One need not be a Chamber - to be Haunted -
One need not be a House -
The Brain has Corridors - surpassing
Material Place -
- Emily Dickinson, Poem 670 (1863).
- Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
- George Eliot, Romola (1863).
- μεταβάλλει δυσδαιμονία:
- τὸ δὲ μετ᾽ εὐτυχίας κακοῦ-
- σθαι θνατοῖς βαρὺς αἰών.
- English: Misery changes; life is hard for mortals, when they are treated badly after happiness. (trans. Robert Potter, 1938)
- Euripides, Iphigenia in Taurus, line 1,121.
- We have all forgot more than we remember.
- Thomas Fuller, Gnomologia, 1732.
- Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
- Oliver Goldsmith, The Deserted Village, 1770, l. 81.
- Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
- Oliver Goldsmith, The Traveller, 1764, l. 7.
- Elder God: You know what fate awaits you when you leave the underworld. That phantom weapon you bear is a constant reminder, isn't it? The sword is waiting for you out there somewhere, and you tarry so as not to meet it.
- We can remember minutely and precisely only the things which never really happened to us.
- Eric Hoffer, "Thoughts of Eric Hoffer", Including: 'Absolute Faith Corrupts Absolutely,'" The New York Times Magazine (April 25, 1971), p. 55, 57.
- It is important to state here -- though evidence will be considered in detail later on -- that all three women have either had "dreams" or normal recollections of having been shown, at later times, tiny offspring whose appearance suggests they are something other than completely human . . . that they are in fact hybrids, partly human and partly what we must call, for want of a better term, alien. It is unthinkable and unbelievable -- yet the evidence points in that direction. An ongoing and systematic breeding experiment must be considered one of the central purposes of UFO abductions.
- Budd Hopkins, in Intruders: The Incredible Visitations at Copley Woods , p. 130
- For all of us, explicit memory makes it possible to leap across space and time and conjure up events and emotional states that have vanished into the past yet somehow continue to live in our minds.
- Eric Kandel, In Search of Memory (2006)
- Roger: This place, Paradigm City, is a town of forgetfulness. One day, forty years ago, every person here lost all memory of anything which had occurred before that day. But humans are adaptable creatures. They make do and go on with life. If they're smart enough to figure out how to operate machinery and get electricity, they can still have something of a civilization even without a history. People can survive without knowing what did or didn't happen in the past, and each day they try their hardest to do just that. The only ones who regret the loss of these memories are the city's elderly. But memories, like nightmares, sometimes come when you least expect them.
- The Big O Roger the Negotiator written by Chiaki Konaka
- Memory is merely the process of tuning into vibrations that have been left behind in space and time.
- Michio Kushi and Edward Esko, Spiritual Journey, 1994.
- Ah, tell me not that memory
Sheds gladness o'er the past ;
What is recalled by faded flowers,
Save that they did not last?
Were it not better to forget,
Than but remember and regret?
- Letitia Elizabeth Landon Ethel Churchill (1837), Vol II, page 201
- Memory has many conveniences, and, among others, that of foreseeing things as they have afterwards happened.
- Letitia Elizabeth Landon Francesca Carrara (1834), Vol I, page 299.
- It is possible not to think about something for a long time, even something unpleasant that happened to you. But what's been claimed in these repressed-memory cases is something, by definition, that's too extreme to be explained by ordinary forgetting and remembering. They're saying that in order to go on in life, you had to wall off this memory, because it would be too painful to live with. Then finally you go into therapy and crack through the repression barrier and out comes this pristine memory. But there really is no credible scientific support for that notion.
- Therapists probably can't ethically do it, and they may have anti-deception provisions in their standards of conduct. But bad governments, bad people, they don't have requirements of conduct. When we recently published a study about planting false memories among U.S. soldiers, I was worried we were putting out a recipe for how you can do horrible things to somebody and then wipe their memory away.
- I collaborated on a brain imaging study in 2010, and the overwhelming conclusion we reached is that the neural patterns were very similar for true and false memories. We are a long way away from being able to look at somebody's brain activity and reliably classify an authentic memory versus one that arose through some other process.
- Elizabeth Loftus as interviewed in Alison George "I could have sworn...Why you can’t trust your memory", New Scientist, (8/21/2013)
- Jonas did not want to go back. He did not want the memories, didn't want the honor, didn't want the wisdom, didn't want the pain. He wanted his childhood again, his scraped knees and ball games. He sat in his dwelling alone, watching through the window, seeing children at play, citizens bicycling home from uneventful days at work, ordinary lives free of anguish because he had been selected, as others before him had, to bear their burden. But the choice was not his. He returned each day to the Annex room.
- "Abductees," Eva said, "are souls that have, for their individual purposes and reasons, chosen the probability of physical form." But through their experiences they are "regaining their memory of source . . . The process of abduction is one form of such, of regaining memory." The abduction "experience itself," Eva said, "is a mechanism to remove" the "structures that impede the reconnection with source," and to purify the physical vehicle in such a way to serve to regain better memory and to bring knowledge to others."
- John E. Mack in Abduction: Human Encounters With Aliens, p 258-259
- Certainly it is one of the most blessed things about "the faith that is in Christ Jesus," that it makes a man remember his own sinfulness with penitence, not with pain — that it makes the memory of past transgressions full of solemn joy, because the memory of past transgressions but brings to mind the depth and rushing fullness of that river of love which has swept them all away as far as the east is from the west. Oh, my brother, you cannot forget your sins; but it lies within your own decision whether the remembrance shall be thankfulness and blessedness, or whether it shall be pain and loss forever.
- Alexander Maclaren, reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers, 1895, p. 408.
- My friend, picture to yourself this — a human spirit shut up with the companionship of its forgotten and dead transgressions! There is a resurrection of acts as well as of bodies. Think what it will be for a man to sit surrounded by that ghastly company, the ghosts of his own sins! and as each forgotten fault and buried badness comes, silent and sheeted, into that awful society, and sits itself down there, think of him greeting each with the question, "Thou too? What! are ye all here? Hast tl1ou found me, O mine enemy?" and from each bloodless, spectral lip there tolls out the answer, the knell of his life," I have found thee, because thou hast sold thyself to work evil in the sight of the Lord."
- Alexander Maclaren, reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers, 1895, p. 408.
- … and what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of images and emotions until all you can remember is a name.
- Jay McInerney, Bright Lights, Big City, 1984.
- An outstanding memory is often associated with weak judgment. ... If, thanks to memory, other people's discoveries and opinions had been kept ever before me, I would readily have reached a settled mind and judgment by following other men's footsteps, failing as most people do to exercise my own powers.
- Montaigne, Essays, as translated by M. A. Screech, pp. 32-33.
- Remembering’s dangerous. I find the past such a worrying, anxious place. “The Past Tense,” I suppose you’d call it. Memory’s so treacherous. One moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy-floss… the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you’d hoped were forgotten. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children I suppose. But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is based upon. If we can’t face them, we deny reason itself! Although, why not? We aren’t contractually tied down to rationality! There is no sanity clause! So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there’s always madness. Madness is the emergency exit… you can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away… forever.
- What thousands and millions of recollections there must be in us! And every now and then one of them becomes known to us; and it shows us what spiritual depths are growing in us, what mines of memory.
- William Mountford, reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers, 1895, p. 407.
- The people of the Qur’an (those who recite and those who memorize the Qur’an) will be in the highest level (in Heaven) from amongst all of the people with the exception of the Prophets and Messengers. Thus, do not seek to degrade the people of the Qur’an, nor take away their rights, for surely they have been given a high rank by Allah.
- Muhammad Thawabul A’mal, Page 224
- 'The method of loci', an imaginal technique known to the ancient Greeks and Romans and described by Yates (1966) in her book The Art of Memory as well as by Luria (1969). In this technique the subject memorizes the layout of some building, or the arrangement of shops on a street, or any geographical entity which is composed of a number of discrete loci. When desiring to remember a set of items the subject 'walks' through these loci in their imagination and commits an item to each one by forming an image between the item and any feature of that locus. Retrieval of items is achieved by 'walking' through the loci, allowing the latter to activate the desired items. The efficacy of this technique has been well established (Ross and Lawrence 1968, Crovitz 1969, 1971, Briggs, Hawkins and Crovitz 1970, Lea 1975), as is the minimal interference seen with its use.
- O'Keefe, John; Nadel, Lynn (December 7, 1978). The Hippocampus as a Cognitive Map'. Oxford: Oxford University Press. ISBN 978-0198572060.
- Things are revealed through the memories we have of them. Remembering a thing means seeing it—only then—for the first time.
- Cesare Pavese, Il mestiere di vivere: Diario 1935–1950, 28 January 1948.
- If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
- Edgar Allan Poe, Marginalia, 1845-9.
- The pure memories given
To help our joy on earth, when earth is past,
Shall help our joy in heaven.
- Margaret Junkin Preston, reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 407.
- It is notorious that the memory strengthens as you lay burdens upon it, and becomes trustworthy as you trust it.
- Thomas De Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium-Eater, 1821, pt. I.
- I can't compete with a memory
How can I fight with someone that I can't see?
There's two of us but it feels like three
I wish her ghost would just let us be
Boy you're everything I ever wanted
But I got to let you go 'cause this love is
- Rihanna Haunted Good Girl Gone Bad
- Thou first, best friend that Heav'n assigns below
To sooth and sweeten all the cares we know
- Samuel Rogers, The Pleasures of Memory, 1792, I, l. 85-6.
- Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.
- Samuel Rogers, The Pleasures of Memory, 1792, II, l. 1-2.
- Women and elephants never forget an injury.
- Memory itself is an internal rumour.
- George Santayana, Reason in Science, 1906.
- I have the most ill-regulated memory. It does those things which it ought not to do and leaves undone the things it ought to have done.
- Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night, 1936.
- Though yet of Hamlet, our dear brother's death,
The memory be green.
- Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
- Die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
- That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume.
- I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
- If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings, and the widow weeps... ...An hour in clamour and a quarter in rheum.
- I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends;
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,
It shall be still thy true love's recompense.
- How sharp the point of this remembrance is!
- Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, my thoughts I did recoil
Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
- Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.
- George Bernard Shaw, The Irrational Knot, 1905.
- The Right Honourable Gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests, and to his imagination for his facts.
- Richard Brinsley Sheridan, reply in the House of Commons. Thomas Moore, Memoirs of the Life of the Right Honourable Richard Brinsley Sheridan, 3d ed. (1825), vol. 2, chapter 21, p. 471. "A curious instance of the care with which he treasured up the felicities of his wit appears in the use he made of one of those epigrammatic passages … which, in its first form, ran thus:—'He certainly has a great deal of fancy, and a very good memory; but, with a perverse ingenuity, he employs these qualities as no other person does—for he employs his fancy in his narratives, and keeps his recollection for his wit:—when he makes jokes, you applaud the accuracy of his memory, and 'tis only when he states his facts that you admire the flights of his imagination.' "After many efforts to express this thought more concisely, and to reduce the language of it to that condensed and elastic state, in which alone it gives force to the projectiles of wit, he kept the passage by him patiently some years,—till he at length found an opportunity of turning it to account, in a reply, I believe, to Mr. Dundas, in the House of Commons, when, with the most extemporaneous air, he brought it forth, in the … compact and pointed form [above] (p. 471).
- A man's real possesion is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
- Alexander Smith, Of Death and the fear of dying, in Dreamthorp, 1863.
- Here come the Men In Black, Men In Black
Oho oho oho
Here come the Men In Black, Men In Black
They won't let you remember
(Won't let you remember)
- Aha, aha Now, from the deepest of the darkest of night
On the horizon, bright light enters sight tight
Cameras zoom, on the impending doom
But then like boom black suits fill the room up
With the quickness, talk with the witnesses
Hypnotizer, neuralizer, vivid memories turn to fantasies
Ain't no MIB's, can I please?
- Will Smith Men in Black (film) song lyrics.
- The axe forgets, but the (cut) log does not
- When comparing human memory and computer memory it is clear that the human version has two distinct disadvantages. Firstly, as indeed I have experienced myself, due to ageing, human memory can exhibit very poor short term recall.
- Memory, then, is a necessary part of the logical faculty. … The proposition A = A must have a psychological relation to time, otherwise it would be At1 = At2.
- Otto Weininger, Sex and Character (1906), p. 148.
- But how is Mneme dreaded by the race,
Who scorn her warnings and despise her grace?
By her unveil'd each horrid crime appears,
Her awful hand a cup of wormwood bears.
Days, years mispent, O what a hell of woe!
Hers the worst tortures that our souls can know.
- Phillis Wheatley, "On Recollection", Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral, 1773.
- Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where the child, leaving his bed, wander’d alone, bare-headed, barefoot,
Down from the shower’d halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows, twining and twisting as if they were alive,
Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
From your memories, sad brother—from the fitful risings and fallings I heard,
From under that yellow half-moon, late-risen, and swollen as if with tears,
From those beginning notes of sickness and love, there in the transparent mist,
From the thousand responses of my heart, never to cease,
From the myriad thence-arous’d words,
From the word stronger and more delicious than any,
From such, as now they start, the scene revisiting,
As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing,
Borne hither—ere all eludes me, hurriedly,
A man—yet by these tears a little boy again,
Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves.
I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter,
Taking all hints to use them—but swiftly leaping beyond them,
A reminiscence sing.
- Walt Whitman, Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking, from Leaves of Grass, 1860 edition.
- Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.
- Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895.
- In memory everything seems to happen to music.
- Tennessee Williams, The Glass Managerie, 1944.
- The vapours linger round the Heights,
They melt, and soon must vanish;
One hour is theirs, nor more is mine,—
Sad thought, which I would banish,
But that I know, where'er I go,
Thy genuine image, Yarrow!
Will dwell with me,—to heighten joy,
And cheer my mind in sorrow.
- William Wordsworth, Yarrow Visited, 1814.
- Memory is so corrupt that you remember only what you want to; if you want to forget about something, slowly but surely you do
- Stefan Zweig, The Post Office Girl, (1982).
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 506-09.
- Far from our eyes th' Enchanting Objects set,
Advantage by the friendly Distance get.
- Alexis, A poem against Fruition, from Poems by Several Hands (Pub. 1685).
- I do perceive that the old proverb be not alwaies trew, for I do finde that the absence of my Nathaniel doth breede in me the more continuall remembrance of him.
- Anne, Lady Bacon, To Jane Lady Cornwallis (1613).
- Out of sighte, out of mynde.
- Quoted as a saying by Nathaniel Bacon. In Private Correspondence of Lady Cornwallis, p. 19. Googe. Title of Eclog.
- Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
- Thomas Haynes Bayly, Long, Long Ago.
- 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.
- Thomas Haynes Bayly, O, Steer my Bark to Erin's Isle.
- Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
- Thomas Haynes Bayly, Teach Me to Forget.
- Out of mind as soon as out of sight.
- Lord Brooke. Sonnet, LVI.
- 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!
- Robert Burns, Lament for Glencairn.
- Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee.
- Lord Byron, And Thou art Dead as Young and Fair.
- To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
- Thomas Campbell, Hallowed Ground, Stanza 6.
- When promise and patience are wearing thin,
When endurance is almost driven in,
When our angels stand in a waiting hush,
Remember the Marne and Ferdinand Foch.
- Bliss Carman, The Man of the Marne.
- 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
- Madison Cawein, The End of All.
- Les souvenirs embellissent la vie, l'oubli seul la rend possible.
- Remembrances embellish life but forgetfulness alone makes it possible.
- General Enrico Cialdini, written in an album.
- Memoria est thesaurus omnium rerum e custos.
- Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.
- Cicero, De Oratore, I. 5.
- Vita enim mortuorum in memoria vivorum est posita.
- The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
- Cicero, Philippicæ, IX. 5.
- Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!
- Eliza Cook, Journal, Volume IV. Old Dobbin, Stanza 16.
- What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
- William Cowper, Walking with God.
- Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,
And trembl'd with fear at your frown!
- Thomas Dunn English, Ben Bolt.
- Memory [is] like a purse,—if it be over-full that it cannot shut, all will drop out of it. Take heed of a gluttonous curiosity to feed on many things, lest the greediness of the appetite of thy memory spoil the digestion thereof.
- By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.
- Oliver Goldsmith, Citizen of the World, No. 3.
- A place in thy memory, Dearest!
Is all that I claim:
To pause and look back when thou hearest
The sound of my name.
- Gerald Griffin, A Place in Thy Memory, Dearest.
- Fer from eze, fer from herte,
- Hendyng, Proverbs, manuscripts (c. 1320).
- So may it be: that so dead Yesterday,
No sad-eyed ghost but generous and gay,
May serve you memories like almighty wine,
When you are old.
- William Ernest Henley, When You Are Old.
- I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
- Thomas Hood, I Remember, I Remember.
- Where is the heart that doth not keep,
Within its inmost core,
Some fond remembrance hidden deep,
Of days that are no more?
- Ellen Clementine Howarth, 'Tis but a Little Faded Flower.
- And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.
- Thomas á Kempis, Imitation of Christ, Book I, Chapter XXIII.
- Badness of memory every one complains of, but nobody of the want of judgment.
- François de La Rochefoucauld, Reflections and Moral Maxims, No. 463.
- Tho' lost to sight to mem'ry dear
Thou ever wilt remain.
- George Linley, Though Lost to Sight. First line found as an axiom in Monthly Magazine, Jan., 1827. Horace F. Cutler published a poem with same refrain, calling himself "Ruthven Jenkyns," crediting its publication in a fictitious magazine, Greenwich Mag. for Marines, 1707. (Hoax.) It appeared in Mrs. Mary Sherwood's novel, The Nun. Same idea in Pope—Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford, and Earl Mortimer. "Though lost to sight to memory dear / The absent claim a sigh, the dead a tear." Sir David Dundas offered 5 shillings during his life (1799–1877) to any one who could produce the origin of this first line. See Notes and Queries, Oct. 21, 1916, p. 336. Dem Augen fern dem Herzen ewig nah'. On a tomb in Dresden, near that of Von Weber's. See Notes and Queries, March 27, 1909, p. 249.
- I recollect a nurse called Ann,
Who carried me about the grass,
And one fine day a fine young man
Came up and kissed the pretty lass.
She did not make the least objection.
Thinks I, "Aha,
When I can talk I'll tell Mama,"
And that's my earliest recollection.
- Frederick Locker-Lampson, A Terrible Infant.
- The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Fire of Drift-Wood.
- The heart hath its own memory, like the mind,
And in it are enshrined
The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought
The giver's loving thought.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, From My Arm-Chair, Stanza 12.
- This memory brightens o'er the past,
As when the sun concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs,
Shines on a distant field.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Gleam of Sunshine.
- There comes to me out of the Past
A voice, whose tones are sweet and wild,
Singing a song almost divine,
And with a tear in every line.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863-1874), Part III. Interlude before "The Mother's Ghost".
- Nothing now is left
But a majestic memory.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Three Friends of Mine, line 10.
- Wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
- Il se veoid par expérience, que les mémoires excellentes se joignent volontiers aux jugements débiles.
- Experience teaches that a good memory is generally joined to a weak judgment.
- Michel de Montaigne, Essays, I. 9.
- To live with them is far less sweet
Than to remember thee!
- Thomas Moore, I Saw Thy Form in Youthful Prime.
- Oft in the stilly night
E'er slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
- Thomas Moore, Oft in the Stilly Night.
- When I remember all
The friends so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall,
Like leaves in wintry weather
I feel like one who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed.
- Thomas Moore, Oft in the Stilly Night.
- And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
- Thomas Moore, Oh, Breathe not his Name.
- When time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem'ry of the past will stay
And half our joys renew.
- Thomas Moore, Song, from Juvenile Poems.
- All to myself I think of you,
Think of the things we used to do,
Think of the things we used to say,
Think of each happy bygone day.
Sometimes I sigh, and sometimes I smile,
But I keep each olden, golden while
All to myself.
- Wilbur D. Nesbit, All to Myself.
- Many a man fails to become a thinker for the sole reason that his memory is too good.
- Friedrich Nietzsche, Maxims.
- At cum longa dies sedavit vulnera mentis,
Intempestive qui fovet illa novat.
- When time has assuaged the wounds of the mind, he who unseasonably reminds us of them, opens them afresh.
- Ovid, Epistolæ Ex Ponto, IV. 11. 19.
- Impensa monumenti supervacua est: memoria nostra durabit, si vita meruimus.
- The erection of a monument is superfluous; the memory of us will last, if we have deserved it in our lives.
- Pliny the Younger, Epistles, IX. 19.
- I remember, I remember
How my childhood fleeted by,—
The mirth of its December,
And the warmth of its July.
- Winthrop Mackworth Praed, I Remember, I Remember.
- If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth.
- Psalms. CXXXVII. 6.
- Tho' lost to sight, within this filial breast
Hendrick still lives in all his might confest.
- W. Rider, in the London Magazine (1755), p. 589.
- Hail, memory, hail! in thy exhaustless mine
From age to age unnumbered treasures shine!
Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey,
And Place and Time are subject to thy sway!
- Samuel Rogers, Pleasures of Memory, Part II, line 428.
- I have a room whereinto no one enters
Save I myself alone:
There sits a blessed memory on a throne,
* There my life centres.
- Christina G. Rossetti, Memory, Part II.
- I wept for memory.
- Christina G. Rossetti, Song, She Sat and Sang Always.
- Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears,
Fever'd the progress of these years,
Yet now, days, weeks, and months but seem
The recollection of a dream.
- Walter Scott, Marmion, Introduction to Canto IV.
- Still so gently o'er me stealing,
Mem'ry will bring back the feeling,
Spite of all my grief revealing
That I love thee,—that I dearly love thee still.
- Eugène Scribe, La somnambule, ou L'arrivée d'un nouveau seigneur.
- Thou comest as the memory of a dream,
Which now is sad because it hath been sweet.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound (1820), Act II, scene 1.
- Heu quanta minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse.
- Ah, how much less all living loves to me,
Than that one rapture of remembering thee.
- The Latin is Shenstone's Epitaph to the memory of his cousin Mary Dolman, on an ornamental Urn. The translation. is by Arthur J. Munby.
- Ah, how much less all living loves to me,
- The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.
- Richard Brinsley Sheridan, attributed to him in report of a Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas. Not found in his works but the idea exists in loose sketches for a comedy.
- Nobis meminisse relictum.
- Left behind as a memory for us.
- Statius, Silvæ, Book II. 1. 55.
- In vain does Memory renew
The hours once tinged in transport's dye:
The sad reverse soon starts to view
And turns the past to agony.
- Mrs. Dugald Stewart, The Tear I Shed.
- I shall remember while the light lives yet
And in the night time I shall not forget.
- Algernon Charles Swinburne, Erotion.
- Facetiarum apud præpotentes in longum memoria est.
- The powerful hold in deep remembrance an ill-timed pleasantry.
- Tacitus, Annales, V. 2.
- The sweet remembrance of the just
Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.
- Tate and Brady, Paraphrase of Psalm CXII, Stanza 6.
- A land of promise, a land of memory,
A land of promise flowing with the milk
And honey of delicious memories!
- Alfred Tennyson, The Lover's Tale, line 333.
- Faciam, hujus loci, dieique, meique semper memineris.
- I will make you always remember this place, this day, and me.
- Terence, Eunuchus, V. 7. 31.
- For life is but a dream whose shapes return,
Some frequently, some seldom, some by night
And some by day, some night and day: we learn,
The while all change and many vanish quite,
In their recurrence with recurrent changes
A certain seeming order; where this ranges
We count things real; such is memory's might.
- James Thomson, The City of Dreadful Night.
- Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.
- Aubrey De Vere, Widowhood.
- Forsan et hæc olim meminisse juvabit.
- Quique sui memores alios fecere merendo.
- As the dew to the blossom, the bud to the bee,
As the scent to the rose, are those memories to me.
- Amelia B. Welby, Pulpit Eloquence.
- Ah! memories of sweet summer eves,
Of moonlit wave and willowy way,
Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves,
And smiles and tones more dear than they!
- John Greenleaf Whittier, Memories, Stanza 4.
- And when the stream
Which overflowed the soul was passed away,
A consciousness remained that it had left,
Deposited upon the silent shore
Of memory, images and precious thoughts,
That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
- William Wordsworth, Excursion, Book VII.