Seneca the Younger Quotes

What was hard to suffer is sweet to remember.

The things hardest to bear are sweetest to remember.

That which was hard to endure is sweet to remember.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.

You have your wonderful memories," people said later, as if memories were solace. Memories are not. Memories are by definition of times past, things gone. Memories are the Westlake uniforms in the closet, the faded and cracked photographs, the invitations to the weddings of the people who are no longer married, the mass cards from the funerals of the people whose faces you no longer remember. Memories are what you no longer want to remember.

Sometimes the memory of happiness cannot stay true because it ended unhappily.

There are memories for both of us, of course, but I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence, and in this, Savannah and I are different as well.If hers are stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in beetween.

I want to believe that memories, even sad and painful ones, should not be forgotten forever.

And even if these scenes from our youth were given back to us we would hardly know what to do. The tender, secret influence that passed from them into us could not rise again. We might be amongst them and move in them; we might remember and love them and be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not.

And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I’d done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me.

Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.

How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.

We both know what memories can bring / They bring diamonds and rust.

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

Sweet is the recollection of difficulties overcome.

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

Oh! The good times when we were so unhappy.

You know what nostalgia is, don't you? It's basically a matter of recalling the fun without reliving the pain.

The remembrance of past misery is sweet.

There are places I'll remember All my life though some have changed Some forever not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places have their moments With lovers and friends I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life I've loved them all

Heart-aches are forgotten, tears lose their bitterness, and like a leaf of lavendar in a store of linen, so does Memory make life sweet.

The fifties are a peaceful time, a quiet sleeping time between two noisy bursts of years, a blue and white time filled with sweet yellow days, music and bright smelling memories.