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memories writing past
As I search the archives of my memory I seem to discern six types or methods [of judicial writing] which divide themselves from one another with measurable distinctness. There is the type magisterial or imperative; the type laconic or sententious; the type conversational or homely; the type refined or artificial, smelling of the lamp, verging at times upon preciosity or euphuism; the demonstrative or persuasive; and finally the type tonsorial or agglutinative, so called from the shears and the pastepot which are its implements and emblem. Benjamin Cardozo
memories rap loss
... her taste in music haunted my memory and I had to stop at Tower Records on the Upper West Side to buy ninety dollars' worth of rap CDs but, as expected, I'm at a loss: [...] voices uttering ugly words like digit, pudding, chunk. Bret Easton Ellis
memories lying past
I am happy because I am growing daily and I am honestly not knowing where the limit lies. To be certain, every day there can be a revelation or a new discovery. I treasure the memory of the past misfortunes. It has added more to my bank of fortitude. Bruce Lee
memories past people
People don't realize that now is all there ever is; there is no past or future except as memory or anticipation in your mind. Eckhart Tolle
memories nice names
I have this horrific thing where I'm really bad with names and faces. I have an appalling memory. Someone will come up to me in the street and go, 'Eddie!', and I'll try and give myself time by going into overdrive, 'Hey, hi! Nice to see you!' and start a whole conversation because I can't distinguish between who I know and who I don't. Eddie Redmayne
memories blessing giving
It was a blessing and also a curse of handwritten letters that unlike email you couldn’t obsessively reread what you’d written after you’d sent it. You couldn’t attempt to un-send it. Once you’d sent it it was gone. It was an object that no longer belonged to you but belonged to your recipient to do with what he would. You tended to remember the feeling of what you’d said more than the words. You gave to object away and left yourself with the memory. That was what it was to give. Ann Brashares
memories night fleeting
'Passione' is a selection of the music moments that have accompanied my youth; a collection of cherished memories, of moments, of fleeting emotions, of sleepless nights. Andrea Bocelli
memories husband next-day
I really thought I was on the way out. My husband Blake saved my life. Often I don't know what I do, then the next day the memory returns. And then I am engulfed in shame. Amy Winehouse
memories father pride
I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom. Abraham Lincoln
museums play listening
The ear plays the role of the guide in the museum in the concert I'm taking now. We don't have an oral guide, we have to provide it ourselves. One reason why active listening is absolutely essential. Daniel Barenboim
mirrors looks twenties
I like myself a lot more than I used to. I had a very difficult time in my twenties especially. It was hard for me to look in the mirror and find something that I liked about myself. Janet Jackson
mirrors laughing
Mirrors can't talk. Luckily for you, they can't laugh either. Jane Wagner
mirrors order silence
We are so afraid of silence that we chase ourselves from one event to the next in order not to have to spend a moment alone with ourselves, in order not to have to look at ourselves in the mirror. Dietrich Bonhoeffer
mirrors soul purses
The purse is the mirror of the soul. Anna Quindlen
mirrors criticism polish
Criticism polishes my mirror. Rumi
mirrors perfection world
The world is a mirror, an imaging of Love's perfection. Rumi
mirrors looks gaps
Box gap is not a thing. If you need to back up to a mirror and bend over to find out how you look, you are playing to the wrong audience. Mike Tyson
mirrors fishing imagination
... some veil between childhood and the present is necessary. If the veil is withdrawn, the artistic imagination sickens and dies, the prophet looks in the mirror with a disillusioned and cynical sneer, the scientist goes fishing. Margaret Mead
mirrors novel walking
A novel is a mirror walking down a road Michael Ondaatje