Our memory tells us stories, that is, what we get to keep from our experiences is a story.
Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
Health is a return to our memory of wholeness.
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
we are nothing more than the sum of our memories and experiences
Imagination is merely the exploitation of our memory.
Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.
Our memories are independent of our wills.
Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.
Memory itself is an internal rumour.
That translucent alabaster of our memories.
Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.