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Perhaps the remembrance of these things will prove a source of future pleasure. [Lat., Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit.] - Virgil or Vergil (Publius Virgilius Maro Vergil), The Aeneid (I, 203) These who have ensured their remembrance by their deserts. [Lat., Quique sui memores alios fecere merendo.] - Virgil or Vergil (Publius Virgilius Maro Vergil), The Aeneid (VI, 664) As the dew to the blossom, the bud to the bee, As the scent to the rose, are those memories to me. - Mrs. Amelia Ball Welby (nee Coppuck), Pulpit Eloquence Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking bird's throat, the musical shuttle, . . . . A reminiscence sing. - Walt Whitman, Sea-Drift Grant but memory to us, and we can lose nothing by death. - John Greenleaf Whittier Ah! memories of sweet summer eves, Of moonlit wave and willowy way, Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves, And smiles and tones more dear than they! - John Greenleaf Whittier, Memories (st. 4) Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us. - Oscar Wilde (Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde) Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event. - Oscar Wilde (Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde) In literature and art memory is a synonyme for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are empty. - Robert Aris Willmott No canvas absorbs color like memory. - Robert Aris Willmott And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts, That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed. - William Wordsworth, Excursion (bk. VII) The vapours linger round the Heights, They melt, and soon must vanish; One hour is theirs, nor more is mine,-- Sad thought, which I would banish, But that I know, where'er I go, Thy genuine image, Yarrow! Will dwell with me,--to heighten joy, And cheer my mind in sorrow. - William Wordsworth, Yarrow Visited Displaying page 7 of 7 for this topic: << Prev 1 2 3 4 5 6 [7]
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