Memory narrativises itself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Memory is a way of telling you what's important to you.
Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.
Memory is a fiction we tell ourselves: just a piece of the truth.
Memory likes to play hide-and-seek, to crawl away. It tends to hold forth, to dress up, often needlessly. Memory contradicts itself; pedant that it is, it will have its way.
Memory isn't a theme; it's part of the human condition.
Even as I think of myself as a 'rememberer,' I also know my memory is probably doing all this work to reconstruct a narrative where I come off better.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, when the defect is in the judgment; and others, by grasping at all, retain nothing.
There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history.
Memory is the thing you forget with.