In literature and art memory is a synonyme for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are empty.

Quote by Robert Aris Willmott

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No canvas absorbs color like memory.

No canvas absorbs color like memory.

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through...

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through...

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall...

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall...

We must always have old memories and young hopes.

We must always have old memories and young hopes.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

All memories either of pleasure or pain are only transitory unless we preserve them in...

All memories either of pleasure or pain are only transitory unless we preserve them in...

The memory is a treasurer to whom we must give funds, if we would draw...

The memory is a treasurer to whom we must give funds, if we would draw...

There will always be a song in our playlist which we always skip, but never...

There will always be a song in our playlist which we always skip, but never...

Memory is the primary and fundamental power, without which there could be no other intellectual...

Memory is the primary and fundamental power, without which there could be no other intellectual...

Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine...

Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine...

Our memories are independent of our wills.

Our memories are independent of our wills.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

The secret of a good memory is attention, and attention to a subject depends upon...

The secret of a good memory is attention, and attention to a subject depends upon...

Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you...

Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you...

Memories are nothing but the lash with which yesterday flogs tomorrow.

Memories are nothing but the lash with which yesterday flogs tomorrow.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

We all hate those moments right before we sleep when we are forced to think...

We all hate those moments right before we sleep when we are forced to think...