memory

In the childhood memories of every good cook, there's a large kitchen, a warm stove, a simmering pot and a mom.

The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing.

Parting What brought it back to me? I thought that it had fled; Again I sit with thee And watch the twilight red. Far out upon the deep The full moon's light is thrown. This night thou must not sleep; Stay near me, O, my own! How hard for me to know That this must be the last; That duty's wave must flow O'er all the sacred past. Dear heart, what walls that rise Can bar out memory's view, Or hush the poor heart's sighs You'll know are breathed for you? So fair the moon will rise To other eyes than ours, That weep while bitter sighs Stay not the winged hours. Upon the radiant sight, Front out the thronged halls, Like requiem to-night, The entrancing music falls. At last the daylight makes, With rising shafts of gold, Each heart in parting breaks, And duty's wage is told.

If you don't go far enough back in memory or far enough ahead in hope, your future will be impoverished.

Memory is the scribe of the soul.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed . . . here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars.

An education isn't how much you have committed to memory, or even how much you know. It's being able to differentiate between what you do know and what you don't.

Memory feeds imagination.

We can invent only with memory.