Rachel Caine Quotes

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.

You can certainly get an idea of the value of memory if your memories can carry you out into the world no matter how utterly dissatisfied you may be with the present and wish you could get away from it.

memory is the only way home.

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.

Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of 15 things, and the first was THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS. I did not understand how you can miss the way somebody holds things.

Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto

How beautiful are dreams! In dreams the dead may live, even the long dead and the very silent.

She went out and took a last long look at the shabby little library. She knew she would never see it again. Eyes changed after they looked at new things. If in the years to be she were to come back, her new eyes might make everything seem different from the way she saw it now. The way it was now was the way she wanted to remember it.

It was awkward, revisiting a world you have never seen before: like coming home, after a long journey, to someone else’s house.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Some things we have only as long as they remain lost, some things are not lost only so long as they are distant.

I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I'd ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy, and he'd wave, and maybe even call.

Do you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go. So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack, set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac. Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don't you have a word to say?

Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.

She'd preferred the uncertainty, if only because it allowed her to remember him the way he used to be. Sometimes, though, she wondered what he felt when he thought of that year they spent together, or if he ever marveled at what they'd shared, or even whether he thought of her at all.

Music is...a form of remembering, a return to the seasons of the heart long gone.

She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer. Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.

You're only young once, they say, but doesn't it go on for a long time? More years than you can bear.

You hardly know me. Why do you want me to come with you?’ ‘Who knows? Perhaps you remind me just a bit of -‘ ‘Someone you used to know?’ Alec interjected skeptically. ‘Someone I used to be.

You can go home again...so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.

As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I'd been having, which I couldn't remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.

I think the best vacation is the one that relieves me of my own life for a while and then makes me long for it again.