Quotes About Memories

Everyone always said forgiveness is not forgetting, that the act is as full of grace for the forgiver as the forgiven. This would not hurt her. She gazed at the old man across from her. She knew that she would never see him again, and she also knew she could never absolve him.

They say your life flashes before you at the time of death, but for Clea, the lives were not hers, but her grandmother's and her parents'. She thought of how they had loved her, of what a short time they had had together.

He was so charming. Even Kate was charmed by him, only back then she had called it love. She had adored her dad—he could do no wrong.

but lots of women have a soft spot for their first loves, remember.

I began a lifelong affair with nostalgia, with only the vaguest notions of what I was nostalgic for.

Death had snatched colour away with the Prince's life.

Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday, sweet and beloved, between its leaves.

We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find out interest in life returning to us.

I hardly dare believe it after that horrible day last summer. I have had a heart ache ever since then. But it is gone now." "This baby will take Joy's place." Said Marilla. "Oh, no no no Marilla. He can't, nothing can ever do that. He has his own place, my dear wee man child. But little Joy has hers, and always will have it.

There was a dance of great plummy boughs in the western wind. And there was a sound not heard for a long time-Marigold's laughter as she waved goodnight to Sylvia over the Green Gate.

I had a dog once. I thought so much of him that when he died I couldn't bear the thought of getting another in his place. He was a friend.

I couldn't talk of them to everybody—their memories are too sacred for that

you wouldn't want it to stop hurting . . . you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could.

Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else–there never could be anybody else for me but you. I´ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school

In a halo of rainbow glory, I sit me down to rest. I forget the present and future, I live over the past once more, As I see before me crowding the beautiful days of yore.

Truly, we had had a delectable summer; and, having had it, it was ours forever. The gods themselves cannot recall their gifts. They may rob us of our future and embitter our present, but our past they may not touch. With all its laughter and delight and glamour it is our eternal possession.

The old magic was gone forever- gone with Sylvia and the Hidden Land and all the dear, sweet fading dreams of childhood.

The daisies that dance and twinkle so Were the laughter of children in long ago.

Tell them I've had a wonderful life.

To think of death, to pray. It may be that there is one who yet has need of this, and it is to his need that the bells give voice. I no longer have any such need, for the reason that I am dying every instant, and being born anew and without memories: alive and whole, no longer in myself, but in everything outside.

The taste of life, the taste for life. That is never satisfied. That never can be satisfied, because life even as we are in the very act of living it, is so ravenously hungering after itself, that it never lets itself be fully tasted. The taste for life comes to us from the past, from the memories that hold us bound, but bound to what? To this folly of ours? To this mass of vexations? To so many stupid illusions? To so many insipid occupations?

I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl.

For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.