DIARY . . .
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Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.
â O SCAR W ILDE
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Count reminiscences like money
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â C ARL S ANDBURG
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Itâs surprising how much of memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
â B ARBARA K INGSOLVER
Animal Dreams
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We do not remember days; we remember moments.
â C ESARE P AVESE
The Burning Brand
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The moment may be temporary, but the memory is forever.
â B UD M EYER
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Donât brood on whatâs past, but never forget it either.
â T HOMAS H . R ADDALL
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Recall it as often as you wish, a happy memory never wears out.
â L IBBIE F UDIM
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Each of us is the accumulation of our memories.
â A LAN L OY M C G INNIS
The Romance Factor
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One form of loneliness is to have a memory and no one to share it with.
â P HYLLIS R OSE
in
Hers: Through Womenâs Eyes
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Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.
â C ORRIE TEN B OOM WITH J OHN AND E LIZABETH S HERRILL
The Hiding Place
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May you look back on the past with as much pleasure as you look forward to the future.
â Quoted by P AUL D ICKSON in
Toasts
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Keep some souvenirs of your past, or how will you ever prove it wasnât all a dream?
â A SHLEIGH B RILLIANT
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To live without a memory is to live alone.
â G ILLES M ARCOTTE
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There is no fence or hedge round time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.
â R ICHARD L LEWELLYN
How Green Was My Valley
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Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.
â S AUL B ELLOW
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Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.
â C HARLES R . S WINDOLL
The Strong Family
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You never know when youâre making a memory.
â R ICKIE L EE J ONES
âYoung Bloodâ
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Our memories are card indexesâconsulted, and then put back in disorder, by authorities whom we do not control.
â C YRIL C ONNOLLY
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What is memory? Not a storehouse, not a trunk in the attic, but an instrument that constantly refines the past into a narrative, accessible and acceptable to oneself.
â S TANLEY K AUFFMANN
The New Republic
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Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.
â P IERCE H ARRIS
Atlanta Journal
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Iâm always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.
â D IANE S AWYER
in
TV Guide
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When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not.
â M ARK T WAIN
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You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.
â S TANISLAW J . L EC
Unkempt Thoughts
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There are times when forgetting can be just as important as rememberingâand even more difficult.
â H ARRY AND J OAN M IER
Happiness Begins Before Breakfast
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Remembering is a dream that comes in waves.
â H ELGA S ANDBUR
â. . . Where Love Beginsâ
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Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
â B ARBARA K INGSOLVER
Animal Dreams
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Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
â J EAN P AUL R ICHTER
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The true tomb of the dead is the heart of the living.
â J EAN C OCTEAU
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There is something terrible yet soothing about returning to a place where you once lived. You are one of your own memories.
â M ARY M ORRIS
Crossroads
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Some folks never exaggerateâthey just remember big.
â A UDREY S NEAD
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The older a man gets, the farther he had to walk to school as a boy.
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Commercial Appeal
(Danville, Virginia)
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God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.
â J AMES M . B ARRIE
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No memory is ever alone; itâs at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their