A Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson

With most men, scarce a link of memory holds yesterday and to-day together. — © Ralph Waldo Emerson
With most men, scarce a link of memory holds yesterday and to-day together.
Music is one of the closest link-ups with God that we can probably experience. I think it's a common vibrating tone of the musical notes that holds all life together.
What would men be without women? Scarce, sir...mighty scarce.
A new day is here. Yesterday is a memory. Tomorrow is unknown. Now is the knowing.
I will admit no bond that holds me to a party a day longer than I agree to its principles. When men meet together to confer, and ascertain whether or not they do agree, and find that they differ - radically, essentially, irreconcilably differ - what belongs to an honorable position except to part? They cannot consistently act together any longer.
For some, the past is a chain, each day a link, raveling backward to one ringbolt or another, in one dark place or another, and tomorrow is a slave to yesterday.
Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love
Women are the glue that holds our day-to-day world together.
There's lots of kinds of chains. You can't see most of them, the one's that bind folks together. But people build them, link by link. Sometimes the links are weak, snap like this one did. That's another funny thing, now that I think of it. Sometimes when you mend a chain, the place where you fix it is strongest of all.
The one thing that holds people back from working out together is that they don't want to smell around other people. Your olfactory sense is the primary sense in your memory, and you don't want to be part of anyone's memory thinking that you smell bad.
What would men be without women? Scarce, sir, mighty scarce. Mark Twain Women are an alien race set down among us.
Yesterday is but a memory, Tomorrow an uncharted course, So live today so it will be a memory without remorse.
The books of men have their day and grow obsolete. God's word is like Himself, the same yesterday, to-day, and forever.
Books are not men and yet they are alive. They are man's memory and his aspiration, the link between his present and his past, the tools he builds with.
Christmas is the day that holds all time together.
Yesterday I went home with him and we did the usual things. I haven't the nerve to put them down, but I'd like to, because now when I'm writing it's already tomorrow and I'm afraid of getting to the end of yesterday. As long as I go on writing, yesterday is today and we are still together
Yesterday is a memory and tomorrow is a dream. Today is the day to make your mark—to make a difference.
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