Robin McKinley Quotes

There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.

Is it fair to have given us the memory of what was and the desire of what could be when we must suffer what is?

Peace. That's what salaam means. Peace unto you." The words brought forth an echo from Ender's memory. His mother's voice reading to him softly, when he was very young. ... The kiss, the word, the peace were with him still. I am only what I remember, and Alai is my friend in a memory so intense that they can't tear him out. Like Valentine, the strongest memory of all.

It's all still there in heart and soul. The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure-they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days and years to come.

The afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone in the quiet patio looking for some old untried illusion - some shadow on the whiteness of the wall some memory asleep on the stone rim of the fountain, perhaps in the air the light swish of some trailing gown.

But pain may be a gift to us. Remember, after all, that pain is one of the ways we register in memory the things that vanish, that are taken away. We fix them in our minds forever by yearning, by pain, by crying out. Pain, the pain that seems unbearable at the time, is memory's first imprinting step, the cornerstone of the temple we erect inside us in memory of the dead. Pain is part of memory, and memory is a God-given gift.

Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

What I find compelling is the moment in which people realize, with suffering and pain, that in the past there was a time when they were happy, because back then the present and the future coincided - they were one and the same thing.

This house was our dream-the gardens, the study, even the swimming pool. Even though I can't see John when I wake up in the morning, I can always feel him here with me.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.

There's no shame in longing for peace.

I very much loved my late wife, Diana Joy Colbert, and I'd rather hold onto what I can.

Sometimes, there is not a lot of pressure, so you can relax.

I really want to put people at ease and tell them things are going to be all right.

Comfort is key for me.

He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory.

Pain itself can be pleasurable accidentally in so far as it is accompanied by wonder, as in stage-plays; or in so far as it recalls a beloved object to one's memory, and makes one feel one's love for the thing, whose absence gives us pain. Consequently, since love is pleasant, both pain and whatever else results from love, in so far as they remind us of our love, are pleasant.

There was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin, a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost ecstasy——anyone who' suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I'm talking about.

O aching time! O moments big as years!