![]() ![]() Bitter memories are hard to forget and sweet memories are the ones that bring a tear in our eyes. The past holds events that might be happy to recall but it might be holding sad events or unexpected memories as well. They travel through our minds and transport us into past experiences. These memories hold an important place in our life. Memories are the elements you have in you to remember past experiences, and the power to recall to mind previously learned facts, experiences, impressions, skills, and habits. Memory is the retention of information about our past experiences for the purpose of influencing future action. Our experiences create memories that might be beautiful or sad. It selects, eliminates, alters, exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also but in the end it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events and no sane human being ever trusts someone else's version more than his own.Memories are some moments that are encoded, stored, retained, and finally recalled by the human brain. Memory's truth, because memory has its own special kind. The world darkens, like electric bulbs going out one by one.Įvery man's memory is his private literature. Rather than fading with the passage of time, those memories become the only things that are left behind when all else is abraded. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again. And it never faded, and it never got stale. If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. ![]() The scenery was the last thing on my mind. It was the age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me. I was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I didn't give a damn about the scenery that day. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surely as if you hammered nail after nail through his skull. Take a man’s memories and you take all of him. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer - and what trees and seasons smelled like - how people looked and walked and smelled even. I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. Ghosts don't haunt people-their memories do. So we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated and similarly we think we no longer love the dead because we don't remember them but if by chance we come across an old glove we burst into tears. If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten We do not remember days, we remember moments. One lives in the hope of becoming a memory. ![]() ![]() Sometimes you can’t let go of the past without facing it again.Ī clear conscience is the sure sign of a bad memory. Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist. ![]()
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