History is not a burden on the memory but an illumination of the soul.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It is curious to note how fragile the memory is, even for the important times in one's life. This is, moreover, what explains the fortunate fantasy of history.
History is with us until we learn from the suffering of the past.
History is information. Memory is part of your identity.
Memory is the personal journalism of the soul.
History is one of those marvelous and necessary illusions we have to deal with. It's one of the ways of dealing with our world with impossible generalities which we couldn't live without.
History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.
Memory is often less about the truth than about what we want it to be.
Memory is a fiction we tell ourselves: just a piece of the truth.
We must admit that history is enjoyable to a large extent because it enables us to pass judgement on the past.
There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history.