Our memory tells us stories, that is, what we get to keep from our experiences is a story.
Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.
we are nothing more than the sum of our memories and experiences
Health is a return to our memory of wholeness.
Nothing can take away our memories or what we know.
Nothing stands still, except in our memory.
Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
Our memories are independent of our wills.
That translucent alabaster of our memories.
Fortunately, when we have all our marbles, we can shift our memories very quickly.
Imagination is merely the exploitation of our memory.
Our memories make us. . . even the darkest of them all.
Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
