The future is just a memory that has yet to be born
Tradition is but a meteor, which, if it once falls, cannot be rekindled. Memory, once interrupted, is not to be recalled. But written learning is a fixed luminary, after the cloud that had hidden it has passed away, is again bright in its proper station. So books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when opened again, will again impart instruction.
To be a visionary, all you have to do is make decisions based off of your eyes instead of your ears and your memory.
I was actually privately in the White House like invited by Clinton to screen Independence Day, so I know how the private residence looks. I didn't snap a picture, but I have a photographic memory and then I could take a guided tour in the West Wing.
The man with a clear conscience probably has a poor memory.
Pleasure is found first in anticipation, later in memory.
Please leave me something. . . even one memory would be enough.
In every man the memory of the struggles and the heroes of the past is alive. But these memories are not incompatible with the desire for peace in the future.
Few have wished for memory so much as they have longed for forgetfulness.
Maybe the past is supposed to fade-and that's actually a kindness of human memory.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
My memory is not even what most peoples is, much less what it oughta be for a discussion like this.
Sooner or later the public will forget you; the memory of you will fade. What's important are the individuals you've influenced along the way.
It's easy to write one's memoirs when one has a terrible memory.
But sometimes what we call 'memory' and what we call 'imagination' are not so easily distinguished.
Imagination is merely the exploitation of our memory.
Memory feeds imagination.
Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.
There is something miraculous in the way the years wash away your evidence, first you, then your friends and family, then the descendants who remember your face, until you aren’t even a memory, you’re only carbon, no greater than your atoms, and time will divide them as well.
Clothing is. . . an exercise in memory. It makes me explore the past: how did I feel when I wore that. They are like signposts in the search for the past.