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#Implicit memory full#
#Implicit memory series#

Memories swept over her like a strong wind on dark waters -Carl Sandburg.Memories return to life as grass grows on graves -Lael Tucker Wertenbaker.Memories … pierced by moments of brightness, like flashes of lightning -Yasunari Kawabata.Memories of the bad covered the good, as snow covers grass in the fall -Ann Jasperson.Memories of embarrassing things he had done and said, of mistakes he had made, buzzed and flitted in his mind like annoying little gnats -Dan Wakefield.Memories … no two sets exactly the same, like fingerprints -Daphne Merkin.Memories lurk like dustballs at the back of drawers -Jay Mclnerney.Memories … like worms eating into the flesh -William Golding.Memories … floated like gossamer through her thoughts -Frank Swinnerton.Memories … flitted like unexplained shadows across her happier thoughts -George Eliot.Memories bursting in her mind like forsythia buds on the first warm day of the year -B.Memories … began to play across the surface of his mind like movies on a screen -Richard McKenna.Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid -Ugo Betti.Memories are like books a few live in our hearts through life, and the rest, like the bills we pay, are read, and then forgotten -Gerald Bendall.Like a dull actor … I have forgot my part -William Shakespeare.

#Implicit memory series#

It was as though an endless series of hangars had been shaken ajar in the air base of his memory and from each, like a young wasp emerging from its cell, arose the memory of a plane -Ralph Ellison.

It isn’t a thing one forgets overnight, like losing a pencil -Mary Stewart.

An incident would suddenly crop up in her memory, like a piece in a jigsaw puzzle that seemed to have come from the wrong box -Mary McCarthy.

The image … is like a photograph on my memory -Richard Maynard.

If only there could be an invention that bottled up memory, like a scent -Daphne du Maurier.

(He never forgets a face.) His mind is like a video camera -Hie Nastase.

His memory was something like his appendix, a vestigial repository -John Cheever.

His memory lifted its skirts … and hurried convulsively, like an old lady picking her way barefoot across a shingly beach -Noël Coward.

His memory could work like the slinging of a noose to catch a wild pony -Eudora Welty.

The ghosts of our remembrances throng around us like dead leaves whirled in the autumn wind -Jerome K.

Gather memories like dry twigs, thorns and thistles -Yehuda Amichai.

(Be) forgotten like spilt wine -Algernon Charles Swinburne.

Forgotten like a station passed through on a train -Elizabeth Spencer.

Forgotten as quickly as warm days in winter or cool days in summer -Ellen Glasgow.

The editorial blurb writer used a simile from the musical’s lyrics, “As Corny as Kansas in August” to highlight the article. Henahan uses this simile to introduce his comments about a revival of the musical, South Pacific.

#Implicit memory full#

For a person blessed with a memory as full of holes as an Iranscam scenario, life can be a continuous state of astonishment -Donald Henahan.Follow one after the next like cars out on the street, memories, there is just no stopping them -Tony Ardizzone.Fettered to a pack of useless memories like a living person to a corpse -Ouida.Felt old memories stir in him like dead leaves -Helen Hudson.

Faded memories worn as a buffalo head a nickel -A.Eventually I thought about him only once a week or so, as if he were a relative who had died years ago -Richard Burgin.drifted into my mind like a bit of weed carried in a current and caught there, floating but fixed, refusing to be carried away -Katherine Anne Porter.Could be forgotten as quickly and painlessly as a doubting of Jesus or a fear of death from the measles -Peter Taylor.(I am) clean forgotten, as a dead man out of mind - Book of Common Prayer.

came back to run through his mind like a reel of color film -Carlos Baker.

A breeze like the turning of a page brings back your face -John Ashbery.

As fixed in my memory … as the flash of light that is followed by the thunder of pain when your shoulder is pulled out of its socket -Norman Mailer.

As bare of memories as a grain of sugar -Viña Delmar.