Wendell Berry Quotes

You haven't lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.

Love and memory last and will so endure till the game is called because of darkness.

This overpowering relief of love conquering any kind of difficulty and hardship in life - that love is forever, even with people that we lost in the physical world.

Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.

Promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever. But if God forbid Fate should step in and force us into a goodbye. If you have children someday, when they point to the pictures please tell them my name. Tell them how the crowd went wild, tell them how I hope they shine.

If we can remember the feeling of love we once had, we can die without ever going away.

Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.

Ever step you take is forever. You cant make it go away. None of it. You understand what I'm sayin?

O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!

Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

The story of a love is not important-what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

If you were falling in love and you could go back in time and relive a day and see the banal things you did that you'd forgotten about, you'd weep, looking at that day.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

If you live to be 1000 years old, I hope I live to be 1000 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.

I'm just fascinated by the past. You know, both by the possibilities it holds and by the complete tyranny of it, the way it sort of keeps you in this stranglehold and makes you want things that you no longer have and you can never get back.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

When you love something, it never goes away.

The paradox is, I can't miss the good things about my father while he is alive, but I will of course miss him... when he is dead.

Every play I write is about love and distance. And time. And from that we can get things like history.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

There is no past that we can bring back to us by the longing for it.