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“Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.”

Mind Heart Form Memories Visible Refrigerators Cupboards Leftovers Old Memories

Author:Thomas Fuller

“Back on its golden hinges The gate of Memory swings, And my heart goes into the garden And walks with the olden things.”

Heart Memories Walks My Heart Garden Golden Gates Swings Hinges

Book:Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)

Source: Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)

“Beautiful memories tell our story, and wrap themselves in ribbons of the heart.”

Heart Stories Beautiful Memories Wraps Ribbons Beautiful Memories

Author:Flavia Cacace

“It is memory that provides the heart with impetus, fuels the brain, and propels the corn plant from seed to fruit.”

Heart Memories Brain Plant Fruit Seeds Fuel Corn Impetus

Author:Joy Harjo

“Next to the young, I suppose the very old are the most selfish. Alas, the heart hardens as the blood ceases to run. The cold snow strikes down from the head, and checks the glow of feeling. Who wants to survive into old age after abdicating all his faculties one by one, and be sans teeth, sans eyes, sans memory, sans hope, sans sympathy?”

Source: The Virginians: A Tale of the Last Century: Easyread Super Large 20pt Edition

“The mother memories that are closest to my heart are the small gentle ones that I have carried over from the days of my childhood. They are not profound, but they have stayed with me through life, and when I am very old, they will still be near . . .”

Heart Stills Mother Memories Childhood My Heart Profound Gentle Closest Reading Aloud

Author:Margaret Sanger

“Fifteen years ago tomorrow I had open heart surgery, a quintuple bypass surgery. Thanks to all of my doctors. Because of them, in 15 years of life I've been able to experience, well, acid reflux, short-term memory loss, and erectile dysfunction. Thanks for all your work. It's great to be alive.”

“In an ideal world we would all learn in childhood to love ourselves. We would grow, being secure in our worth and value, spreading love wherever we went, letting our light shine. If we did not learn self-love in our youth, there is still hope. The light of love is always in us, no matter how cold the flame. It is always present, waiting for the spark to ignite, waiting for the heart to awaken and call us back to the first memory of being the life force inside a dark place waiting to be born - waiting to see the light.”

“A heart-memory is better than a mere head-memory. Better to carry away a little of the love of Christ in our souls, than if we were able to repeat every word of every sermon we ever heard.”

Ifs Heart Littles Soul Able Christ Memories Heard Mere Repeats Sermons

Author:Saint Francis de Sales

“Woe to that nation whose literature is disturbed by the intervention of power. Because that is not just a violation against "freedom of print," it is the closing down of the heart of the nation, a slashing to pieces of its memory. The nation ceases to be mindful of itself, it is deprived of its spiritual unity, and despite a supposedly common language, compatriots suddenly cease to understand one another.”

“To fire a bullet into the heart or brains of one's fellow man even a fellow man striving to do the same to you creates what might be called an unassimilable memory: a memory that floats on daily life the way an oil stain floats on rainwater. Stir the rain barrel, scatter the oil into countless drops, disperse it all you like, but it will not mix; and eventually the slick comes back, as loathsomely intact as it ever was.”

Men Way Heart Might Memories Brain Fire Rain Fellows Strive Oil Daily Life Bullets Floats Fellow Man Stains Barrels Slick Rainwater

Book:Julian Comstock: A Story of 22nd-Century America

Source: Julian Comstock: A Story of 22nd-Century America

“Past dreams of bliss our lives contain, And slight the chords that still retain A heart estranged to joys again, To scenes by memory's silver chain Close-linked, and ever yet apart, That like the vine, whose tendrils young Around some fostering branch have clung, Grown with its growth, as tho' it sprung From one united heart.”

Heart Stills Dream Past Young Joy Growth Memories United Our Lives Scene Chains Bliss Branches Silver Linked Chords Vines Sprung Fostering

Author:Alan Cooper