Memory is a man’s real possession …
In nothing else is he rich,
In nothing else is he poor.
- Alexander Smith
A strange thing is memory, and hope;
One looks backward, and the other forward;
One is of today, the other of tomorrow.
Memory is history recorded in our brain,
Memory is a painter,
It paints pictures of the past and of the day.
- Anna Mary Robertson Moses
We do not remember days;
We remember moments.
- Cesare Pavese
Elvis Presley … Memories
Memories, pressed between the
pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine
Quiet thoughts
come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight's trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days, with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine
Memories, memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days, with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine
Memories, memories, sweet memories
Memories
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