Their memory's like a train: you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember Tell the things you can't forget that History puts a saint in every dream.
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.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
Like Jesus, every human being has enough memories in his past to occupy his time and thoughts continually. It is not the remembrance of these incidents but the reliving of them that creates havoc in our souls.
If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.
Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.
It's like your children talking about holidays, you find they have a quite different memory of it from you. Perhaps everything is not how it is, but how it's remembered.
There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.
Memories are just stories we tell ourselves about our past; and that's often why they don't match when we've shared the same experiences with someone.
Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.
Memories have huge staying power, but like dreams, they thrive in the dark, surviving for decades in the deep waters of our minds like shipwrecks on the sea bed.