My first memory is of the brightness of light ... light all around. I was sitting among pillows on a quilt on the ground ... very large white pillows ... |
My memories are inside me - they're not things or a place - I can take them anywhere. |
No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch. |
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Nostalgia: A device that removes the ruts and potholes from memory lane. |
Of all the faculties of the mind, memory is the first that flourishes, the first that dies |
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Sadness is always the legacy of the past; regrets are pains of the memory |
She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes. |
She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes. |