A Quote by Tobsha Learner

Memory is a great deceiver: it embroiders until naught is left but the glory and the pleasure.

Tobsha Learner

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Tobsha Learner
Australian - Novelist

Memory is the great deceiver. Perhaps there are some individuals whose memories act like tape recordings, daily records of their lives complete in every detail, but I am not one of them. My memory is a patchwork of occurrences, of discontinuous events roughly sewn together: The parts I remember, I remember precisely, whilst other sections seemed to have vanished completely.

Neil Gaiman

It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver.

Niccolo Machiavelli

It is a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver.

Jean de La Fontaine

It is twice the pleasure to deceive the deceiver.

Jean de La Fontaine

There's something about being able to literally consume a work of art - then to divide all that pleasure of it - because it's a memory. A great wine for me is a memory, it's an extraordinary experience.

Robert B. Parker

The deed is everything, the glory is naught.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Glory is sacrifice, glory is exhaustion, glory is having nothing left to give.

N.D. Wilson

I pulled myself from his mind, day by day, piece by piece, memory by memory, until there was nothing of Ruby left to weigh him down or keep him bound to my side.

Alexandra Bracken

If all the Churches of Europe closed their doors until the drums ceased rolling they would act as a most powerful reminder that though the glory of war is a famous and ancient glory, it is not the final glory of God.

George Bernard Shaw

Nothing feeds forgetfulness better than war.... We all keep quiet and they try to convince us that what we've seen, what we've done, what we've learned about ourselves and about others, is an illusion, a passing nightmare. Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.