Linda Ellerbee Quotes

Maybe when we die, the first thing we'll say is 'I know this feeling. I was here before'.

It's easier to go somewhere if you've been there before.

Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.

There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.

from one thing, know ten thousand things

When you're my age, you have the feeling sometimes that you're seeing the show come round again.

One often feels as though something had happened before, I remember. It comes quite close to you and stands there and you know it was just this way once before, exactly so; for an instant you almost know how it must go on, but then it disappears as you try to lay hold of it like smoke or a dead memory. "We could never remember, Isabelle," I say. "It's like the rain. That has also become one, out of two gasses, oxygen and hydrogen, which no longer remember they were once gasses. Now they are only rain and have no memory of an earlier time.

You cannot know what you do not feel.

I had been there before; I knew all about it.

You know what, I just write what I feel.

There is nothing new in this world other than the history that you don't know yet.

We always know which is the best road to follow, but we follow only the road that we have become accustomed to.

I looked into his eyes, and I realized he was the same man I'd seen in my dreams. His face might be totally different, but the same soul was in there, the same intelligence and all the sadness.

We all have some experience of a feeling, that comes over us occasionally, of what we are saying and doing having been said and done before, in a remote time - of our having been surrounded, dim ages ago, by the same faces, objects, and circumstances.

Sudden Light I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the light around the shore.

I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. ... You have been mine before, How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall - I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time's eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death's despite, And day and night yield one delight once more

Follow your heart because it always knows.

We hear and apprehend only what we already half know.

I can see the warmth. He's falling for me.

Ultimately, no one can extract from things, books included, more than he already knows.

When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.

I know, every time I get somewhere, it'll be strange. But if I understand correctly, I also have fans here and it reassures me.

Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.