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Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.
We all have our time machines.
Some take us back, they're called memories.
Some take us forward, they're called dreams.
Take care of all your memories.
For you cannot relive them.....
Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.
To look back for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward!
In memory's telephoto lens, far objects are magnified.
Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.
Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory.
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern (...)