I thank my God every time I remember you. Philippians 1:3
Women and elephants never forget. "The Portable Dorothy Parker"
Memory, no less than hope, owes its charm to "the far away." A Lament.
How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times A Tale of Two Cities (first line)
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep. Teach me to forget.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. Rectorial address, May 3, 1922, St. Andrew's University, Scotland.
That translucent alabaster of our memories. "The Captive," pt. 2, ch. 2, Remembrance of Things Past, vol. 10 (1923), trans. by Scott Moncrieff (1929).
When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew. Song. From Juvenile Poems.
When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present. The woman paints the child's experience in her own fantasy. The Story of My Life