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"The clock's pendulum catches the firelight, and in the rattle-breathed final moments of Jacob de Zoet, amber shadows in the far corner coagulate into a woman's form. She slips between the bigger, taller onlookers unnoticed and adjusts her headscarf, the better to hide her burn. She places her cool palms on Jacob's fever-glazed face.Jacob sees himself, when he was young, in her narrow eyes. Her lips touch the place between his eyebrows. A well-waxed paper door slides open."
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"Every time the long-forgotten people of the past are remembered, they are born again!"
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"If knew more about Alzheimer's and the Brain, your mind will be blow and most cases you will confused..."
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"To forget is to blithely toss aside the hard lessons that were hard won by others before us, thereby needlessly dooming us to endure the hard lessons that are likely to be forgotten by those who will follow us. And it is altogether reasonable that in order to avoid this repetitive trouncing, God graciously granted us memories."
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"I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ..."
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"Create memories, forget misery."
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Personal Development
"Memory is a few lines snipped from a larger story that we are privileged to tuck away between the pages of our minds."
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"Your first words will outlive your conversations and impact how you are remembered, liked, or regarded. Wouldn't you enjoy opening conversations with ease and mutual recognition? The challenging part is that it can be . . . awkward!"
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"That's a nice song,' said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. It's an old soldiers' song,' he said. Really, sarge? But it's about angels.' Yes, thought Vimes, and it's amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It's a real soldiers' song: sentimental, with dirty bits. As I recall, they used to sing it after battles,' he said. 'I've seen old men cry when they sing it,' he added. Why? It sounds cheerful.' They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You'll learn. I know you will."
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"We sometimes take photos (or record a video) so that we can later see what was happening while we were busy taking photos (or recording a video)."
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"The path of memory is neither straight or safe, and we travel down it at our risk."
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"All the supernatural yarns need a realist explanation and a supernatural one."
Mystery
"I watched the stars and thought of other lives."
Wonder
"It's like the British in Ireland in 1916' , says Oisir O'Dowd. 'The repeated the ageless macho mantra, "Force is the only thing these natives understand, so often that they ended up believing it . From that point they were doomed."
Conflict
"It's a very special talent that men have, to possess seeing eyes yet be so blind."
Awareness
"But thought has no eyelids to close or ears to block..."
Mind
"Every relationship has its own language. It takes a long time to evolve and read one another. Just as it's true for people, it's also true on a national or cultural level."
Social
"There're times when i suspect that the mind has a mind of its own. it shows us pictures. pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. this mind's mind exerts its own will, too, and has its own voice."
Mind
"Glass & peace alike betray proof of fragility under repeated blows."
Reality
"Survival often demands our courage."
Courage
"The clock's pendulum catches the firelight, and in the rattle-breathed final moments of Jacob de Zoet, amber shadows in the far corner coagulate into a woman's form. She slips between the bigger, taller onlookers unnoticed and adjusts her headscarf, the better to hide her burn. She places her cool palms on Jacob's fever-glazed face.Jacob sees himself, when he was young, in her narrow eyes. Her lips touch the place between his eyebrows. A well-waxed paper door slides open."
Memory
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