Memory is the first casualty of middle age, if I remember correctly.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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.
Memory is the thing you forget with.
When you get old, it's hard to tell what's memory and what you've kind of created in your head as memory, you know?
Memory tempers prosperity, mitigates adversity, controls youth, and delights old age.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
Memory is a fiction we tell ourselves: just a piece of the truth.
Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience, as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred.
There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history.
Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.