And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.
It is lost, lovely child, somewhere in the ragbag that I laughingly refer to as my memory.
My earliest memory is of the best Christmas gift ever, a toy train. I remember riding that thing all through our house.
No man surely has so short a memory as the American.
The Past, being in the mode of memory, is closed, inalienable, and irreparable.
I'm just always learning lines. I've learned to flag the really crucial scenes, and I start figuring them out and committing them to memory as soon as I get them.
I'll never forget anything about Middle Earth. That's part of my memory now so I won't miss anything.
If you’re a black Christian, you have a real short memory.
It was the sort of moment that a smoker would fill in with a cigarette and an ex-smoker filled in with the memory of a cigarette.
They can print statistics and count the populations in hundreds of thousands, but to each man a city consists of no more than a few streets, a few houses, a few people. Remove those few and a city exists no longer except as a pain in the memory, like a pain of an amputated leg no longer there.
In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?
Can you stop your memory on a dime, put it in reverse, and spin it in another direction the way you can reverse direction on a tape recorder? We cannot forget on command. So we just have to let the forgetting happen as it will; we shouldn't rush it, and we certainly should not doubt the genuineness of our forgiving if we happen to remember. The really important thing is that we have the power to forgive what we still do remember.
They say that your powers of memory are at their peak when you're 26, and it's all downhill after that.
A fact bobbed up from my memory, that the ancient Egyptians prescribed walking through a garden as a cure for the mad. It was a mind-altering drug we took daily.
I use a lot of sense memory and, well, I can't really avoid getting into character.
Victory loses its meaning without the memory of what you've vanquished.
Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts.
part memory part distance remaining mine in the ways that I learn to miss you
No matter how many vitamins you take, how much Pilates, you'll lose your keys, your hair and your memory.
Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?